Poem: Badminton

The sound of the training shoes
It really hurt my ear
What I'm gonna say is so not cool
That the sound is my current fear

The shuttlecock flew here and there
As it hit the strong racket
My eyes could not follow where
The fluffy white thing fled

Badminton is his ardent love
The thing that makes him sure
He stands with confidence
As he holds his racket firm

He holds the medal in his hands
The one that hung over his neck
He flashed it right at me
Told me his racket made him free