Five Goofy Ways of Looking at a Badminton Racket

Up and down the racket weaves with her grace,
boldly cutting through the air with ease like a stealthy rapier.

One, two, and a swish to the right and upward,
the birdie flies! The birdie flies, flies, flies.
Baseball, tennis, fencing, bound by bonds in the racket.

A switch sidewards,
racket turns banjo, strumming out three, four even five tunes!

Pancakes, waffles, omelettes, bacon!
Horizontal, a griddle the racket becomes!
    Cooking up birdies with a sizzle and a snap,
a sight to behold in a grand chef's hand.

A match begins upon the majestic heights,
             the game starts in the cold deep waters.
Birdies fly among the great eagles, soaring onwards to eastern skies,
the racket swims among the northern sea creatures, stirring no crested waves.