A Tennis Ball of luminous yellow

Had made a great escape

He’d always wanted to play the cello

The Tennis thing could wait.


His heart was lost to music

And though he still liked sport

He didn’t want to bounce through life

Upon a tennis court.


But if you say: “that tennis ball

Is probably not welled suited

To playing in an orchestra”

Well, go on then, refute it!


For there he sits upon a stage

The Cello between his………..Um?

Yes, OK, a point well made.

Ta Tumty, Tumty Tum!