SOME gain a universal fame By dint of pugilistic might; To some all sports seem very tame Except a fierce and fistic fight; Some love the tourney, too, in spite Of ancient armor, helm, and crest, Where knights are smitten and do smite — I like the Game of Tennis best. Some love to take a gun and aim At pretty birdlings in their flight; Some also think it is no shame To make poor trout and pickerel bite; Some chase the deer from morn till night — I like not such a bloody quest, My sport is harmless, pleasant, light — I like the Game of Tennis best. Some for the ancient, royal game Of golf. Arrayed in colors bright, They'll play until they're sore and lame — A frenzy without justice, quite. Baseball and football are all right, Polo and cricket and the rest Of sports too many to recite — I like the Game of Tennis best. @3L'Envoi@1 Queen of the Court, my skill is slight In rhyming, but perhaps you've guessed Why this ballade I thus indite — I like the Game of Tennis best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESOLATE FIELD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS; OR, NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE ISLAND by ROBERT BROWNING FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON A DEDICATION TO ATHENE by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS ULTIMATION by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE |