Kelly and Ann, with rackets in hand, Faced off with a plan on the grand tennis land. They served and they volleyed, they sliced with great flair, But the net seemed determined to keep them in despair. The sun in the sky was a mischievous spy, Laughing at lobs that went far too high. They danced on the court with spins and with grins, Yet Kelly and Ann couldn't quite snag the wins. But as they walked off, holding hands in the sun, Their laughter declared they'd truly won. For matches are fleeting, but friendship's the ace, In the game of life, they're in first place.