Tennis, Anyone Date: Sunday, 1st June 2003 @ 01:05:00 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: norm If I could train a tennis ball to jump upon a tennis wall, return to me upon a call, If I could train the ball. I'd lend my service far and wide, And place a ball so deep inside, a case that's brief and in my stride I'd teach with selfless pride. Everyone could play the ball like Ivan Lendl, man so tall or maybe like my nephew, Saul, If I could train the ball. From what I know about the game, Advantage 'In' would be the same, Advantage 'Out" might take the blame, If I could teach the game. If I could train a tennis ball, I'd give it to miss Arlene Dahl, The movies then would profit all, If I could train the ball. Tennis wall, return on call. Deep inside, in my stride. Man so tall, nephew, Saul Ad 'In' same, ad 'Out' blame. Arlene Dahl, profit all. If I could train the ball. This poem is Copyright © norm Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=18366