By Gillian Bartlett

Boris says we cannot play
Tennis ’til another day

I wonder when that day will be
We can only wait and see

We think about the empty courts 
Abandoned tennis tops and shorts

Our dusty rackets, balls and hat
And worry that we’ll get too fat

Watching Netflix on TV
Eating biscuits, drinking tea

And beer or wine and …is that cake?
Until we realise our mistake!

So we leave our tennis kit
And walk in parks to keep us fit

Thinking, when this lockdown ends 
Once again we’ll meet our friends 

Pick up our rackets, hit a ball
And the lockdown won’t feel long at all