He's just won the tennis match;
walks up to the net,
shakes hands with his opponent
but his eyes don't follow
now they're off to the umpire's chair;
he reaches up, shakes hands
as if he's tipping the doorman,
eyes elsewhere
he may have won the match
but he's lost my vote.
At least politicians have the nerve
to look you in the eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true Michael. Bad sportsmanship is a real pet hate of mine. I like the simplicity of this. Great write. Hugs Anna xxx