That is Priceless by Steve Melcher for September 13, 2021

“Helen, I really think your game would improve if you wore a skin tight, short skirt.”

“Why did we stop because of a little rain? We could just get out of our wet clothes after the set?”

Jim, mansplaining tennis

Jim, explaining why he always played with blue balls.

Tennis paused when it started to shower. / Now they’ve waited indoors for an hour. / In a bedroom above / he could score, (she’d get love), / if her morals would only allow her.

Just whack him in the balls with your racquet, Celeste. That’s the only way he’ll shut up.

He better stop talking down to her or else Celeste is gonna raise quite a racket.

Hey, girl, wanna come upstairs and play with my Spaldings?

I think I know what you might like to do now that the badminton game must stop, Annabelle. A little birdie told me!

Of course it’s a racket. Allow me to introduce myself, Barnum. P.T. Barnum.

To the indoors they’re forced to repair/ for It’s raining like hell out there!/ But in spite his pleas/ ‘bout his “arthritic knees”/ she has taken the only chair !

Huh. At first glance, I thought the table was someone with really great legs carrying a tray! But, no!

Esmerelda, for the last time … these things are NOT to be used as spaghetti colanders.

No Joe, you may not be of service; I know love means nothing to you.

So, you’ve never heard of strip tennis?

Tennis is the only game where love means nothing.

“Rain drops keep fallin’ on my head..”

“I don’t get it Celeste. How did you win? You’re a woman with only one leg.”

“You suck at tennis Joe.”

Can you imagine trying to play tennis in the dress like that? I can, and it’s not good.

Want to go to my room and make a little racket?

“Spencer, I will have to think this spanking thing over.”

She’s just his cover. He’s even more bent than his racket.

Of course I will beat the rugs dear! If I had any balls I would be out playing tennis!

“Honestly Edward! You’re causing a scandal with your sleeves rolled up in that way!”

“That is not what should concern you, Celeste dearest. The grass will be slick with rain when we return to the game and there is a very real chance that I will slip and perchance never return to your warm embrace…”

“Is that why your tennis breeches are so padded in the seat, dear Edward?”

“Huh?”

“Since the flys and mosquitoes are huge here in Alaska, you need a tennis racket not a fly swatter.”

“You know, Daniil,” mused Emma. “Maybe we should invite that nice old couple, Roger and Serena, to play with us, next time.”

You lost by love, now you’ve got to love me.

Yes, Johnny, you’re good at aces, and you’ve got what it takes. But, dear boy, I’ve let someone else take it.

Before entering the throne room Fred and Margaret began to discuss if their offer of a ’good game of tennis" would be enough to sway the queen to lower their taxes.

A Summer Shower: 

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:SummerShower_Edith_Hayllar.jpg 

has info and links that point to more info about this roughly jumbo envelope size, oil on card painting. Since WC wouldn’t accept “card”, I used cardboard with a reference pointer.

 

Again, a larger strip image is shown by (⌘- or Ctrl-) clicking the image at 

https://thatispriceless.blogspot.com/2021/09/masterpiece-2785_4.html 

I have added a comment there (already approved by Mr. Melcher) pointing to the artist info I used to point to here. First work by this artist used here.

“Celeste, have you seen my balls?”

“No, but maybe Rufus the yardboy can give you some.”

“Thass rasist!”

“Roger and I will be playing a set in the gallery. Later we’ll be having a fox hunt in the conservatory.”

He was quite an attractive young chap. / Just the sort for whom she’d set her cap. / But he ruined his chances / by improper advances; / she would NOT let him sit in her lap!

♩you and me and rain on the roof, caught up in a summer shower…

Well, the guy out in the field only lasted 5 minutes. So tell me … how is your long game?

Taking the day off AGAIN?