Love described really awfully.

For yesterday, the Pooky’s Poems prompt called for one to describe love to a child.  Haul out your handkerchiefs and be prepared for a mushy, sickly-sentimental exposition …

What is love?  Well, let us see, now:
You are standing in a  court,
But your mind cannot agree how
This-here battle should be fought. 

Then a ball comes whizzing at you,
But, regrettably, your swing
Did not mean, in slightest, that you
Had connected with the thing, 

Fifteen love, you try again to
Slash at that elusive ball;
Hitting it, it is a pain to –
‘Thirty love!’ you hear Ref call. 

And the next is really vicious,
For it strikes you on the head;
Other side finds this delicious,
But you wish that you were dead. 

And the Ref’s love is now forty;
Yet again, the ball comes through
From a serve so really naughty
That you miss it this time, too. 

Now your service; but you net them
All of eight  times in a row;
Love-fifteen to -forty get them –
Game comes with the last no-show. 

Next game, last of a one-setter,
Goes exactly like the first;
Accuracy gets no better,
And result is still the worst.  

Therefore love has nothing for you,
Dear, I think I’ve made it clear
That if love is what you score,  you
May be sure it costs you dear.

© Colonialist May 2014 (WordPress)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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40 Responses to Love described really awfully.

  1. equinoxio21 says:

    Bad pun I know. Kinda slow today.
    Your exercise was fun. And your poem clearly demonstrates Love has no rhyme nor reason! 🙂
    (just visualiize my fingers up in the air as ‘Murikans do, and me mouthing “joke”)
    One is never too careful.


  2. equinoxio21 says:

    You were talking about low’n tennis, right?
    Not cricket?


  3. Clever! You did it again! 🙂


  4. Madhu says:

    He, he he, wish it could remain love all! very original Col.! 🙂


  5. MoreThanACat says:

    You never said a truer word, but when did you watch me fail at playing tennis 🙂 LOL


  6. The Asian says:

    I always have to do “lollipop” serves otherwise it always my serves will never stay in


  7. I love your take on “love.” Where did the term for “love” meaning zero points scored in tennis game come from anyway? 😉


  8. Deeeeep metaphor. Why DO we say “love fifteen etc”


  9. That was always me on a tennis court.


  10. Wow! this is amazing and so original! You said it so darn well!!


  11. Grannymar says:

    The power of love is just a careless whisper,. Right? Especially when it comes to this forty love stuff! 😉

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  12. Arkenaten says:

    Cringe awful…as per Col.
    And the tennis theme takes the biscuit.


  13. kragenhai says:

    Love? Love is a misunderstanding between two idiots.


  14. I believed you and didn’t look initially
    Wanting to avoid something written soppily
    But I was tempted, and all was well
    ‘Twas no mawkish mourngy hell
    So having read, off I go, once more happily

    Don’t think I’ll bother with that sort of response again


  15. Your poem reminded me of that old Everly Brothers song, “Love Hurts.” 🙂


  16. bulldog says:

    Once more you blow my socks off with your words…


  17. susielindau says:

    I always thought love was unconditional, but not in the game of tennis. 🙂


  18. melouisef says:

    Oh yes, love is great, love a child love an animal! It is a great feeling!


  19. Very clever and there I thought that love was “Many a splendored thing” or so they said 🙂


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