Eighteen End

Eighteen games is all you need
To make yourself victorious indeed
Jogging in to center court
You’re terrified to come up short
But as you put your shot together
You think of it as a storm to weather
You close in on the returned ball
A menacing mechanical curtain call
You repeat the setup you know too well
Assembling a winner, your opponent to quell
One final blast for all to see
How a seasoned swing ought to be
The output is scintillatingly satisfying
An outcome overtly mystifying
Even after three sets are through
Your heart is ready to start a new