The Boy was beating all on court
All The Club’s members he fought
Lay exhausted in a heap, soundly asleep.
Must be his new racket, by his granny, just bought, he thought.
The Boy’s strength by the moment increased.
His fitness level was beyond belief.
Everyone watched, as his muscles grew,
He wondered was it magic, in his mother’s stew?
The Club coaches too, all came out to play, with him that day.
They also tired, and could no longer play.
His father then entered, into the fray
But he too, became tired, and couldn’t stay.
Granny came by, and took the racket away.
He never played so well again, after that day.
But The Boy’s love for the game, is here to stay.