The Ballad of Three-Set Jess

The Ballad of Three-Set Jess

She came to Charleston from Florida
on a wave of last year’s success.
The others thought they could wear her down,
but they don’t know Three-Set Jess

A feisty trickster tried to send her home
in her stunning turquoise dress.
She lobbed and spun and popped and dropped,
then she lost to Three-Set Jess.

Next, it was an Italian’s turn
to create some clay court stress,
which Italians do throughout the world—
but they can’t beat Three-Set Jess

Then a clever Russian tried 
to make her stumble, fault and guess.
It was quite a show, but in the end,
she folded to Three-Set Jess.

Today, a teen of considerable skill—
and a countrywoman, no less—
took on the job—she won a set,
but was beaten by Three-Set-Jess.

Playing for hours and hours on clay
makes the body and brain a mess.
But if you think it troubles our defending champ,
then you don’t know Three-Set-Jess.