Tennis Lament

He stands with a swing,
It's sure to come back...
It goes to the corner
And I then just hack...

He then gets to smash,
It's sure to bounce high...
It goes to the far line
And I then just sigh...

He is good dear pro,
It's sure he'll win big...
It goes so to the end
And I then just rig...

He goes on as planned,
It's sure to end quick...
It goes to a 6-0
And I then just tick...