Ten is the Loneliest Number

With one you can be clear
But tennis you need two
The wall can be quite tough
But I don’t think it knows how to be rough

The wall will never be
Angry or jealously
Slamming the ball towards me
So I must dart or flee

Trading the ball back
And forth throughout the game
You start to realize
Maybe the wall can’t hear your cries

The neutral nature’s force
Gives back what you course
Losing air resistance coarse
Sounding like a message written in Morse

The game might near its end
While thinking to yourself
Why have I been personifying
A wall? For attention I must be vying!


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