Badminton

Walt: write a poem with rhyme.

The taste of winning

Swipe to the left, Swipe to the right

make sure you hit it or that’s not right,

Serve from the back and serve to the

front but make sure they crotch like a

plankton that’s nearly done

It’s coming like a bullet that

just shot me but lucky I hit it

or it would had been singleton,

While I was waiting for the serve

to come I felt a slight smack into

my arms it was the shuttle that had

been served

I’m getting anxious because I’m losing,

I can’t wait until I beat him, and when I do

he will be certain that I had won and

he had lost. The band

Of glory will be finally mine