04 June 2010
Younger poetry I like
Basketball's my favorite sport. I dribble up and down the court. The ball goes bouncing off my toes and beans the teacher on the nose. He stumbles back and grabs his nose and hits the wall and down he goes. The other players stop and stare. They've never heard the teacher swear. With no one playing anymore. I grab the ball. I shoot. I score. I love this game! It's so much fun. The teacher cried, but, hey--we won.Young Kenn - Forgive your sqhuishy teacher and play da game - to win
You will one day pay my way, like I paid others.
