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.
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.
🙂
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You were talking about low’n tennis, right?
Not cricket?
🙂
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Clever! You did it again! 🙂
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He, he he, wish it could remain love all! very original Col.! 🙂
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Thanks! There is little love lost between well-matched tennis players, though.
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True 😀
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You never said a truer word, but when did you watch me fail at playing tennis 🙂 LOL
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We should play one another – all games would go with service, 0/45!
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done!
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I always have to do “lollipop” serves otherwise it always my serves will never stay in
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It would be a good deal more profitable for me to sell lollipops to the spectators!
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Brilliant!! 😀
btw did you see this: Leslie Noble – a professional editor for your manuscript ?
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I love your take on “love.” Where did the term for “love” meaning zero points scored in tennis game come from anyway? 😉
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There has always been a lot of argument on that – theories range from it being the French for an egg (naught-shaped) or that the person with zero is playing for the love of it only!
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I like the latter explanation… 🙂
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Deeeeep metaphor. Why DO we say “love fifteen etc”
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The ‘love’ part can make sense from both the egg and the ‘love of it’ explanations, but the numbers are illogical from any perspective!
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That was always me on a tennis court.
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I have also had a tendency for all the strings on my raquet to vanish briefly at the instant I try to hit the ball, so it goes straight through.
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Wow! this is amazing and so original! You said it so darn well!!
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The power of love is just a careless whisper,. Right? Especially when it comes to this forty love stuff! 😉
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Cringe awful…as per Col.
And the tennis theme takes the biscuit.
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You say the nicest and most confectionary things!
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You should ( seriously) consider a book of all the worst ones and have accompanying illustrations.
It could even be marketed with free indigestion tablets!
A sure fire winner. 😉
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Love? Love is a misunderstanding between two idiots.
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Or a serious illness, mostly curable! 🙂
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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
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I’m glad you un-suspended disbelief.
Don’t not bother – aye lie kit!
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Your poem reminded me of that old Everly Brothers song, “Love Hurts.” 🙂
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My Really Awful Rhymes always hurt! 🙂
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Once more you blow my socks off with your words…
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Would that be a sign of success, or of sock-cease? 🙂
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I’d say success
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I always thought love was unconditional, but not in the game of tennis. 🙂
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A condition of elation is attached to one side of this love, and utter dejection on the other!
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Oh yes, love is great, love a child love an animal! It is a great feeling!
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And to earn the love of one or the other is even greater!
In this case, though, the greatness of love depends on what side of the court you happen to be!
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Very clever and there I thought that love was “Many a splendored thing” or so they said 🙂
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It certainly is that – and one hopes for a guardian angel on high with nothing to do but to give to me and to give to you, love forever true! (Can you identify that one?)
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Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly!
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