My racket is a blade,
Cutting through the ball hurling towards me,
Slicing it with fury.
My racket is a boxing glove,
Punching volleys crosscourt,
Slamming right hooks into my opponent's chest.
My racket is a bow and arrow,
Aiming forehands deep in the corner,
Sending my opponent dashing off the court.
My racket is a weapon,
Crafted just for me,
Wielding it makes me feel powerful,
Allowing me to conquer my enemies with one stroke,
My racket is a part of me,
A force to be reckoned with.