My racket is a blade,

Cutting through the ball hurling towards me,

Slicing it with fury.


My racket is a boxing glove,

Punching volleys crosscourt,

Slamming right hooks into my opponent's chest.


My racket is a bow and arrow,

Aiming forehands deep in the corner,

Sending my opponent dashing off the court.


My racket is a weapon,

Crafted just for me,

Wielding it makes me feel powerful,

Allowing me to conquer my enemies with one stroke,

My racket is a part of me,

A force to be reckoned with.