Amelie
Amelie, Amelie with
your thighs of liquid
honey,
Andy’s gone and
sacked you
and now you’re on
less money.
Your bitten lips and
anxious smiles;
slams that came and
went.
Andy huffed, puffed
and
banged his balls
until he was spent.
Fretting by the base
line
in your amply filled
jumper,
He saw he wasn’t
winning and thought:
‘No good, I’ll have
to dump her.’
Amelie, now come to
me,
And let us play mixed
doubles.
Show me how to serve
down your tee
and sooth away your
troubles.
I may not toss my balls
quite as high as
Nishikori,
but let me approach
you at the net
and shoot you with my
volley.
Amelie, I’ll me make
you smile;
on the ground we will
lay,
Any surface suits me,
I don’t mind,
hard court, grass or
clay.
I’ll tease you with
my groundstrokes,
let me feather you
with my slice.
Drop my shot, serve
out wide,
and take you to
paradise.
Very nice poem I really like it!! Take care Pete!
ReplyDeletethank you - it was only meant to be a silly throwaway xxx
DeleteVery nice poem I really like it!! Take care Pete!
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