Tennis Match, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Remember how epically long the volleys would be
Borg of Bjorn , Graf of the legend Steffie
An advantage and a joy for all to see

But this poem isn’t about that, it is about a flea
Or should I call it a fly? My cat’s heads
Would sway back and forth as it flew by

Outstretched paw, like a racket serving the ball
Waiting for the judges call, was it in, was it an ace?
That fly was buzzing all over the place

My cats scatter , scrambling all over
Like the ball girls and ball boys
Tossing another to the players

They’ll never know Venus and Serena
They just care about their Purina
But when they are in the stadium arena

Of my home it is a pleasure , a treasure
To watch my pair turn their heads
Right to left, left to right

Dart all day, dart all night
I should buy them a trophy case
Or a racket newly laced?

French, U.S. or Wimbledon
There’ll be more sets to be won
I love watching them have fun.