Whenever they strolled on the court,

The phrase “Just do it” traced their tread 

Eyes would immediately roll to see their signature checks

The pinnacle of design from soul to head 

It is safe to say they had me in a hex

Adorned with ombre tones of blue and red

Its porous and breathable textile perplex

I assure you the time we had was savoured

Soon, textured souls became flat,

Fair fabric turned dark,

Bright checks became dull,

And, the once strong cords broke apart as if they were thread

They were duplicated many times but impossible to find

However long my search, discontinued is definitive

Even though they were used till disfiguration

Their stride was still much to sh-