This service is to God, see!
So begins my reverence for oddly
tennis sounding references, deferential
to this rhyming man's potential
meaning, while leaning on a wooden racquet.
So begins my reverence for oddly
tennis sounding references, deferential
to this rhyming man's potential
meaning, while leaning on a wooden racquet.
See it raised, and hear me crack it.
Think of a ‘service’ in this way,
and all the words you read will say
“Zero”. Near you, zooming past
reach, are each and every fast
moving thought that you ought not hit,
as if to do so meant to quit
on yourself, because that’s the lesson
here. The yellow sphere was my profession
once upon a time. Put to best use,
these rhymes make my meaning less obtuse
for you to read. Concede the point
that maybe, if you played me, joint
custody of what you see would prove
what it means for you to be “Loved”!
Should someone say that such play
“Zero”. Near you, zooming past
reach, are each and every fast
moving thought that you ought not hit,
as if to do so meant to quit
on yourself, because that’s the lesson
here. The yellow sphere was my profession
once upon a time. Put to best use,
these rhymes make my meaning less obtuse
for you to read. Concede the point
that maybe, if you played me, joint
custody of what you see would prove
what it means for you to be “Loved”!
reflects conjecture, then refined faces
would see no need to question the deed,
would see no need to question the deed,
because they'd been defined as “Aces”!