Pressure Situation Poem by Mykhal Glass

He stood at the line as the clock counts down
They were down by three one minute left now
He had two shots to make the score close
But the only thing on his mind was please don’t choke! ! ! !
He dribbled three times then started on his shot
Well he must have been hot cuz to the bottom it dropped
The second wasn’t good but he rebound the ball
Made a nice lay now its 65 all
The crowd got louder when the suns got the rock
They whizzed pass the press and pounded the block
Their big man scored with 10 ticks to go
The coach called timeout they didn’t know where to go
Coach what to do we need you to speak
Get Mikey the ball and the pass must be sweet
They did what he said and took the shot with no sweat
And much to their joy it was nothing but net! ! ! !