Tuesday 9 February 2016

a ninety second new poem ... 'tennis academy'

Andy Murray’s wife
Had a low-browed baby,
Born with a shrug,
Snaggle-toothed, then was
Wrapped in a rug and
Parcelled on to Judy’s
Tennis Academy where
All the little kids
Learned to flip their lids, spent
Days in crèche rehearsing
Cursing, fist pumps, racket throws,
All the time nursing their
Glow in the dark balls or
Vomiting green wool up the 
Vaulted rubber walls.

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