Double Trouble

by: Sarayu Gannamani, Grade 6C

My mom says I can’t keep this up any longer,
I can’t play tennis ever after.
She says it’s too time consuming,
And goes on about school and learning.
So much money is spent on balls,
Rackets, grips, kits and all.

She says if you are not seriously committed,
Then coaching is not needed.
Even if i try to disagree,
She keeps talking about the school fee.

She says dirty clothes,wrecked soles
And even rackets with large holes,
Are too much for a mother to take.
She says even my brother is a messed up cake,
He doesn't have time to pass the rake.
He goes to play all morning and eve,
And comes back with a torn sleeve.

You both are just too much for me,
You guys are just chickadees.
After hearing this my heart sank,
I felt like a over flooding tank.
The pressure was too much to take,
At least mom knew my love for tennis is not fake.