Basketball

• Peter Browne, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2004

As I stepped on to the court
I had a very good thought
The only way to beat this team
Is to be mean
It was one on one there tallest player who was really tall
Rejected me and I had a big fall
I pulled up at the three point line I shot and made a wish
Of corse I can’t tell you what the wish was but it came true and I got a swish
I ran as fast as I could down the court and I’m pretty fast
But I came last
Near the end of the game the tall guy frightened me
After that I thought he was a flea