Winter Tennis
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In the deep mid-winter
Frosty balls did fly
The wind was sharp and bitter
Made our eyes to cry
Still we kept on playing
The weather made us sad
In the deep mid winter
We must be bloody mad
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Water bottles frozen
Strings as hard as wire
Layers of warm clothing
Soon we start to tire
Sliding on the wet ground
We stumble, sway and slip
Tennis in the winter
Our trainers do not grip
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The ball can sometimes hit you
Just like a piece of lead
Bruising arm or rib cage
It sometimes hits your head
So tired sore and weary
To the club house we retreat
And there drink mugs of hot stuff
And rest our weary feet
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So we plough through the winter
Despite the sleet and cold
Playing games of tennis
It has a stranglehold
It keeps us fit and healthy
You wouldn't think it could
And you may think we're barmy
We're just misunderstood
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In the bleak midwinter
Frosty winds made moan
Earth stood hard as iron
Water like a stone
But come the frost and snow storms
We will still carry on
Playing in all weathers
Until the winter's gone
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