Making a Racket!

Like thunder to lightning
Like honey to the bee
It’s my tennis racket and me.
BAM, BOOM, BAP, BING!
When they hit the balls,
The racquets stridently sing.
When the ball comes in your span,
Take a solid swing
Hit as hard as you can,
Maybe you’ll even break a string.
It glistens like raw magic in the moon or sun,
Keeps me ecstatic
About the next shot to come.
Makes my heart beat erratic.
In my eyes it’s made of gold;
Unexplainable worth,
Helps make me bold.
Well there you have it, the ball’s in your court.
Make the most of it and stay fit,
I truly love the sport.