The ball was struck,
Struck with such power,
But it just came back,
Came back faster.
What skill was shown,
Shown by these ladies,
Hitting a yellow ball,
Over the green sward.
The ball kept coming back,
Like it had hit a wall,
A wall that had power,
That sent it back faster,
That wall of skill.
“I’ll bet that that is the fastest wall she has ever hit a ball against” John McInroe said this when Joanna Konta played against Simona Halop at Wimbledon.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 16th, 2017 01:34
- Comment from author about the poem: I just picked up on something that John McEnroe said while he was commentating.
- Category: Humor
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A fine write G/F. I may not have heard that comment though, on account I probably nodded off if watching tennis! lol.
The men's final today Orchi, stay awake for this one.
was that a hit or a strike?
Hit I am afraid and I wouldn't argue with either of them!
I would say it's 40 love to you followed by game, set and match. a great tennis topic which needs to be written in poem form. well done.
Thank you Kevin, much appreciated.
You must be talking about some sort of bat and ball game 🙂 I can feel the excitement.
Yes a game of some sort. Don't worry it all ends today and we will be back to the bad news.
Nice writing! Love that expression: Wall of skill.
Thank you Fred.
The harder you hit, the faster it comes back, or gets lost forever
Nice post, then
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