Thwack or a sound very similar

Thwack back, indeed very familiar

The balls bounce high, the balls bounce low

With a good thwack no one can quite tell where they will go


Ohhhhhhh, I say, did you see that

The ball bounced on the line, or I'll eat my hat

It's really no use complaining

If you don't play on it'll soon be raining


Thwack, it's an Ace there was no getting that back

Stop stamping your foot or you'll get the Umpire the sack

Get ready; here it comes, hit a brilliant return

Thwack over the net, the balls on fire, just watch it burn


From the base line, a thwacking good rally

Backwards and forwards the thwacks do tally

A volley, a lob and even a smash

Oh no, he missed to the ground he has crashed


So this is it, the last, it's the final point of the game

Thwack a corker, impossible to return, a swipe in vein

The match is over, defeated and victor shake hands with a false smile

Thwack, poor sportsmanship, the winner is hit over the head by a loser so vile

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