Word Tennis

At Love – Fifteen! He threw the first
Insult over the fence
But she came back with two more words
That had left him feeling tense

Thirty; Fifteen! They carried on
Shouting and yelling so
Their words aimed deep at each across
The net all to and fro

Forty; thirty – more battered hurts
Were served and hit in turn
But she remained a point above
And still intent to burn

She took another shot at him
To beat him; take the game
Word tennis; not a pretty sight
No winners; only shame!

Tennis ball on tennis court.

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Testing Mum!

“I love you! Just not your behaviour!”
Mum smiled wanting to say
“Come on you brat you’re pushing me
You’re getting in my way
You’re plucking all my nerves
And pushing buttons so
You’re driving me quite crazy
It’s either me or you to go”

“You’re becoming quite a terror
I’m stressed beyond compare
I don’t get why you’re acting up
Now watch out and just beware
‘Cos if I really lose my rag
You’ll know it just you see
I’ll tell your DAD. You just wait!
You’ll go without your tea!”

But instead she smiled so sweetly
Bit her tongue – braced herself
As she loved that little rascal
Even when he was an elf
So she stopped before she started
And looked him in the eye
Holding back she took a deep breath
For he had no alibi

And then she quite calmly said it
Those words that meant so much
“I love you! Just not your behaviour
So sort it out and get in touch!
In touch and find that nicer lad
‘Cos recall there’ll be a fine
If you continue down this road
And fail to toe the line!”

Then she continued in the same vein
Without emotion or despair
Pulling him up so very short
He knew she was being fair
For everything she said was right
And he knew he had been wrong
But most of all by all accounts
He’d changed before too long!