I admit nothing.
Found taped to the Hyoutei Boys Tennis Club's door:

'Tis noon-day and the Hyoutei boys
   Do sweat and practice on the courts:
All tired are the regulars
   And the freshmen out of sorts.

"Beware your buchou," Taki cries!
   "His eyes see all, his ears shall hear--
Beware his furious reprimands
   Or your dire fate draws near!"

He takes his racket well in hand:
   Long time the weary foes he's fought--
Now resting he at our coach's knee
   He watches those he's taught.

And as in idle sport they play
   The Hiyoshi, with eyes of flame,
Comes hurtling 'cross concrete and clay
   To catch them at their shame!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
   The vorpal racket goes snick-snack!
They'll wish they're dead, and hang their heads
   As glowering he moves back.

"Back to your drills, back to your lines,
   Get back to work," Hiyoshi snaps!
"I won't repeat, get on your feet--
   Or run a hundred laps!"

'Tis noon-day and the Hyoutei boys
   Do sweat and practice on the courts:
All tired are the regulars
   And the freshmen out of sorts.

[ Private:
One, two! One, two! And through and through
   The vorpal racket goes snick-snack!

Really, I need to teach Hiyoshi to lighten up.

Carroll-san would probably forgive me. ^ ^ ]

((OOC: Please ignore the lack of correct sentence structure and poetic forms; Ohtori thinks bad poetry is more fun anyway.))