The Writers' Circle

Squash is my sport,

I play to win,

Winning is everything

Losing is pain

I serve, I lob and I drive,

If im caught short I go for the boast,

Daring drop shots,

The rush of adrenilin,

Sweat on my face,

Breathing heavy,

Attack with a volly,

Defend with cross shot,

How long is this rally?

Just for one point,

My serve again

Come on I can do this,

Drive the ball deep,

 Get back on the tee,

Damm missed the ball,

Got to break serve,

Wait for the opotunity,

Strike the ball now,

Oh I got the nick,

Lucky me,

My turn again

I own this point

Arm feeling tired

Hold the racket,

Hold... the... racket,

My serve remains intact

Serve for the match

Toss the ball,

Smash the ball hard get to the tee,

My serve is returned,

Back hand drive,

Not my best return but still in the rally,

He went for the drop,

I got you now,

Lob over his head

Dead in the corner,

No straight drive on the left,

Ok time to end this,

Hard kill drive left,

Tight on the wall,

He goes for the drop,

Oh he missed,

Game and match to me,

Feeling so happy,

Im sweating so hard I can taste it,

Yuck... shake hands and recieve the crowds applause,

Walk off the court,

I was the victor today,

Squash is my sport,

I play to win

Winning is everything,

Losing is pain.