I am no 'Vak
nada Rafa
not Roger.
But Djok-ing aside
I too used to Raf-a-dope
a Federer Express.

I still hit some balls
but only when summoned to the courts
by an aging body
aching for an outdoor activity
on a rare NW clear day.

I can still serve the ball
in across the net.
Nowadays though
nobody returns it
nobody across except
... memories
of tennis days past.

So I vent on the wall
banging it with a barrage
of strokes off my Head
the Penns bouncing back
equally angry.

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