A Letter

Dear Racquet, I was quite reluctant when we started. You, a long shaft with an oval header, Me, a fat head, fashioned in feathers. Amazed by your rudeness, I clenched myself into a struggle, and Be in the game, the fight, the juggle. But this game, a great gambler, Turned my ramblings into cold cinders. They say you are mean, They call you ignorant, but, I swear to God, you're a beauty With your aura, an enchantment. Your tough look, I can bear it all. Your sleek style & your patience A wonderful sprawl. So no matter how hard you hit me I'll keep coming back to you. Every time you knock me down, I fall & I'll keep falling for you. Our match is a mismatch, They say we can't be together. I am wounded when I'm smashed Through your mesh as hard as leather. But no third line toss Can blow my love in the air, I can land perfectly in your tensed strings & let your hit be fair. Neither you can a...