and out on the courts,
were all types of people in tennies and shorts.
All of them beaming and shouting with joy,
Happy as children with a new Christmas toy.
Out of their bags, colorful paddles appeared
To the kitchen they scurried, lined up, and cheered
’Let’s dink it and drop it, let’s volley and kill’
The balls started bouncing as if without will,
The sound from the paddles and balls as they rose
Moved all of the players to the tips of their toes
Cross court and forward, balls started to fly
When appeared an old player with a wink in his eye
Dressed all in red from his head to his toe
A smile on his face and a warm, cheery glow
’0 0 2’ he shouted as he served me the ball
He moved like the wind, barely saw him at all
Then all of a sudden, it was 11 to 0
As we lightly touched paddles, he said he must go
Before I asked where, he disappeared in a haze
But I heard his farewell while still in my daze
Keep playing and laughing and having your fun!
Merry Pickleball to all, my work here is done.
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