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.

--Kenn Nesbitt


Young Kenn - Forgive your sqhuishy teacher and play da game - to win

You will one day pay my way, like I paid others.



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