While watching the tennis last Monday
I espied a peculiar view,
Of a pretty-faced buxom young damsel
With three where there ought to be two.
But don't be misled or mistaken
Or do let the facts misconstrue,
For the place where there ought to be airspace
Was where she hid ball number two.
While I watched I expressed a small worry
Should ball number two ever get lost,
But was told by the voice of authority
The WRONG one will NEVER get tossed.
So don't hang around or come looking
For the one with the three and not two,
For you're sure to become disappointed
When you find that it just isn't true.