Love Means Nothing Poem by Belle Wassermeister
Love Means Nothing
Fifteen means one, and we've begun.
Thirty means two; how's that strike you?
Forty means three; you still with me?
Love means nothing.
And that's all I know about tennis.
I thought I commented on this yesterday, but if I did, the comment is not showing up yet. I thought the comments were showing up almost immediately with the 'new' Poem Hunter.
Just as clever as ever. Strange bio tho, still just a hard as ever to get comments on this site
Well, I am a tennis player, part French-Canadian at that, and I used to play in Freeport, Bahamas with the Canadian writer John Owens (Ottawa and Glouchester, Ontario) when we were young struggling writers, soccer players and English teachers in Freeport. In any event, I liked the poem.
I was thinking three strikes and you're out. I'm really glad it was tennis!
What a lovely poem with loaded humour! While people say love is life, love is every thing, you proved that love means nothing.It is how the definition of love changes from person to person and also from game to game!
Bharati, your comment is so nice to read. Thank you so much for your understanding and insights.
.......Deuce and Advantage, tennis is the message........in this poem, love it very much, great humor, Belle,5 Stars full on TOP
I love to read this poem of love of tennis. An amazing poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Very clever, Belle! Five stars for your inventive creation!