SARAH THE TENNIS COACH
BY DORA GRAHAM
Green-eyed and blonde, in sparkling whites, she runs a tennis racket.
She charges by the half-an-hour, and makes herself a packet.
"Oh nicely done! Good shot!" She calls, (and shows us how to hold our balls.
And how to get up high and serve, while holding something in reserve.
Alan...only seventeen, holds his handle in a dream
And Sarah, bending low and steady, smiles, and shouts "Im ready! Ready!"
Up he goes, and with a TWACK, finds his balls come hurtling back.
He thrusts, and slides 'midst groan and grunt, while Sarah turns both back and front.
Reg...(He drives a black saloon...and Reggie always comes too soon,
and has to wait and watch the rest give Sarah of their very best.
Sarah NEVER seems to tire...Reggie grunts, starts to perspire.
In twenty minutes Reggie's flaccid. Sarah waits, serene and placid.
Every weekday, just the same, the men turn up to play the game.
Sarah drives a cream MG, wears tennis whites, drinks Earl Grey tea.
She owns a house in Surrey Hills, bought and paid for by her skills.
Her answerphone is full of "When is...
Sarah free to play some tennis."