Basketball Rhyming Poems

• Oliver Arthur, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2019

With the ball in my hand,
I took a shot,
The other team were angry,
And they were red hot.

I shot with the ball,
And I bet,
My shot is that bad,
It won’t even hit the net.

I was panting so much,
As I was running as fast as a jet,
I tried really hard
I felt like a bucket of sweat.