Excited yips, the 3 o’clock pips,

Eager eyes, tennis-ball surprise,

Scampering paws, expectant jaws,

Open door, a bolt into the fore,

The cool crisp air, breathed without care,

The deep green grass, quivers as I pass.

Into the sky, the bright green blob doth fly,

A blur of fur, barks and yaps slur,

A frenzied pursuit, of tennis ball loot,

Grass sent flying, gro...

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