the sex was good, but his badminton was awful,
so she left him, never to return again.
Occasionally, just to remind herself
of him and badminton,
she'd put on his mint-colored bat-costume.
It was surprisingly pleasant,
considering his playing.
Alternately, she would stare lustily at the knobs
on her cupboards and there was really very little
she could do to keep from swinging at them
with her bejewelled raquet.
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