I was attending myy daughter's wedding yyesterday and forgot about my poem for T. I shall attempt one now...regardless of the challenge of typing that Blogger is giving me. It's T day at the AtoZ Challenge, and always poem day during April!
Tennis Match
Back and forth the ball is batted
Over net, overhanded
No one plays it in the rain
Spinning water's such a pain
In the face, troilets up
Never worth a tennis Cup.
by Donna JT Smith ©2022
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