The Tennis Court
The tennis court lies on its back
Looking up at the pretty cracks in the sky
Wondering why we choose to attack
Instead of befriending the clouds up high
The tennis court remains partial and flat
Listening to the stomps and plentiful plunks
Compelled by the strong man and girl with the hat
Who emphatically chip away at its frame in chunks
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