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The Squash Poet · Contributor Joined: 28 Aug 2007 Posts: 13

Good-day to all squash lovers out yonder,
I’m the “Squash-Poet” with too much spare time,
Daring to post my verses for all of you to ponder,
Think and say what you will about my rhymes.

I have many more tucked away in my files,
I hope you enjoy what I compose,
Even if your response is a fraction of a smile,
Then at least they don’t totally blow!

“Squash Nick Blues”
Sung to the tune of “The Sound of Silence” Simon and Garfunkel

Here I am on court two,
Obsessed with what I want to do,
I don’t care if I lose the game,
All I want is the instant fame,
The amazing feat of smashing the ball dead,
Fills my head,
It’s the Squash Nick Blues.

Every shot I try to find,
That damn nick but I’m so blind,
Impossible angles at every turn,
It’s a mental disease - I just wont learn,
So I just hit harder and continue to hack and hack,
And hope for crack,
It’s the Squash Nick Blues.

I even seem to have to nerve,
To go for it off every serve,
Aiming where the wall and floor meet,
Damn, I missed again by three feet!
And another point lost thanks to my stupid greed,
There’s really no need,
For the Squash Nick Blues.

“Fool” they say, “You do not know,
That your racquet technique really blows”,
When the point is done I don’t care anymore,
Unless the ball is rolling along the floor,
I remember once long ago slotting the nick right in,
But it hit the tin,
It’s the Squash Nick Blues.

And then one day I bowed and prayed,
At the best nick shot I ever made,
A volley reverse backhand boast overhead,
When it hit the floor it came out dead,
I screamed and yelled but realized with a groan,
I was playing alone,
And forever stuck in…The Squash Nick Blues.

squashclub · Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 1:24 pm Post subject:

Great stuff... Is this for some school project?
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fionnmacual · Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 1:51 pm Post subject:

There was a guy at my old club who used to improvise parodies.. one such was to the tune of "Tubthumping" (I get knocked down but I get up again)" by Chumbawamba, here is my recollection of it, played as a tribute when one of the first team players was leaving...all the team and supporters were in stitches Very Happy

We'll be appealing
When were struggling
We'll be appealing

chorus
..
I get dropped down
But I pick up again
You're never going to
Keep me down

squashing the night away
squashing the night away

He plays a drop shot
He plays a drive shot
He plays a boast shot
He plays a volley shot
He plays the shots that
Remind him
Of the good rallies
He plays the shots that
Remind him
Of the better rallies
...

Oh chopping boy
chopping boy
Chopping boy...

(chorus)

Dont cry for me
Glass door spectator...
(chorus)

The Squash Poet · Contributor Joined: 28 Aug 2007 Posts: 13

I do it not for school, it is purely for pleasure,
Linking words with rhymes and stringing them together,
Like everyone else, I simply love the sport,
My life revovles around the squash court.

bendi36 · Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 2:47 pm Post subject:

Who are you squash poet???
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The Squash Poet · Contributor Joined: 28 Aug 2007 Posts: 13

I'm not 'ya mum' as you suggest,
It's up to you if want to guess,
But don't waste time on a futile quest,
Of who I am, I'll never confess!

bendi36 · Posted: Wed Aug 29, 2007 10:07 pm Post subject:

sweet rhyming scheme of A A A A there squash poet... maybe u need more lessons before ur powers are unleased on the world. I am the squash rat. Incredibly powerful and super sensitive to smells. Watch out or ill sniff u out. I eat ur food when your least expecting it. I never said u were my mum thats my sign off. U can see the line. I luv u squash poet.
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