I go back and forth and side to side
Locked at love, I take the ball for a ride
Serving from ad, my frustrations I hide
Sumptuously shouting a fifteen-all score I sighed
I’m set up to slice and sneak a short shot in stride
Back up in points, a deep drive denotes me denied
Even at thirty an approach angles me to net
A return volley to backhand beckons a sure bet
My first serve spins slothfully, signaling a let
The second sample stabs the service stripe as a sharp threat
Preparing to pounce on the lob, mistakenly ball and net met
With no-add scoring, an emotional ending ace awards me the set
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