Making a Racket!!!

Like thunder to lightning,
Like honey to the bee;
It’s my tennis racquet 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.