(A  her, him, them, and us poem)

 

Look at the grace of her!
The leap,
The sweep,
The joy of the game in the face of her.

 

That delicate chip of her!
The air,
The flair,
The camber and curve of the hip of her.

 

The glorious zest of her!
The bounce,
The flounce,
The exuberance swelling the breast of her.

 

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Then the nerve of him!
The clip,
The chip,
His grin at the break of her serve of him.

 

But none of the masculine craft of him!
No cunning 
Nor running 
Nor twist of the butt of the haft of him

 

Could rebuff her triumphant dispatch of him.
The wile,
And beguile,
Of the ultimate game set and match of him

 

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They later made man-and-his -wife of them.
A Chelsea and Chuck
Flabbergast at the luck
Of the other one sharing the life of them.

 

Inter-mingling the sexual joy of them
By lovingly mating
And jointly creating
A cute little girl and a boy of them.

 

And the long lasting lesson they leave in us
Is the constant conceive
And the ever retrieve
Of the ongoing Adam and Eve in us