Bounce, Bounce, Games Poem by Della Perry

Bounce, bounce
Tennis ball, bounce,
From the house wall,
Monotonous sound
Glaring, fixation, catch and fall
Hours, minutes, seconds would pass
Nothing around mattered
Just the sound, bounce, bounce,
Throwing with my Godly right hand
While all along I favoured the Devilish left
For writing, drawing and throwing that damned ball.
Sometimes for a change I would use a 20 pence power-ball instead,
That would bounce so hard from my house
To next door's,
Upsetting the neighbours immensely
Especially when it hit their windows
But then mom would be a real, legitimate mother
One who stood up for her kids
'She's just a kid, ' she'd yell at the neighbour
'Give me a break! '
The only time she actually understood me.
The ball would continue to bounce
Even with the neighbour staring from behind net curtains angrily
The sharp tang on my palm
Sore shoulder aching
But still it carried on
Fixation, glaring, thinking
Tennis ball on the wall.