From dawn to dusk he slapped the ball

Onto walls, windows, doors and floors.

Nothing escaped the thud of the ball

As it bounced up and down, from his palm, to the ground.

Prints from the ball, were all around.

Marks in every room were found.

His parents were most upset,

And realised a racquet they must get.

A tennis racquet was soon acquired,

He played on a court, with a coach, they hired.

The Boy became so good at the game.

Everyone in the world, new his name.