I surf the net every night and day, following legends like Lee Yong Dae. Every step, stroke and flick on the shuttlecock, I study to mimic next day on the sweaty court My legs and lungs scream out at the strainful pace but my mind and heart still hungers for glory's taste With every lunge and swing bringing me closer I just can not stop this rollercoaster My soul just yearns to glide around gracefully the court says no, you'll grind away painfully. Bleeding my mind point by point, set by set pushed to the tipping point. But look, again I am holding the racket Pounding and steaming to get right back in. A thousands sighs with every breath Such is my love for badminton
Wow! BC has its own Poet Laureate! (It would seem that the OP is from England ... maybe it rhymes with the accent. )
I was also abit concerned about the lack of rhyme in the last paragraph. But thank you so much, your comments absolutely made my day. And yes Fidget I live in the UK : )