A basketball is round and smooth. You try to throw it, thru the hoop. Sometimes you miss, But that's the fun. Just get the rebound, on the run. It's up and down, and back and forth. Seems to me, not much worth. Your legs are screaming, take a rest. Run around, run around, who's the best. You trade two points, all ties it seems. The last 2 points, could win for the team. Basketball is a funny game. Play it perfect, could bring you fame.
Reason for writing:
I enjoy all sports. Hope you enjoy this poem.
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