Roll With It Poem by Ima Ryma

An armadillo, I have got
A shell that can fold into form
Of a ball. I do it a lot
When I feel something's out of norm.
And out of norm the humans be,
Ever snooping into my biz,
Curling their fingers around me,
A lot of man handling there is.
And when picked up the worry's there.
What does this human have in mind?
Some crazy motive to beware,
Cuz weird are most of humankind.

I heard a voice from somewhere call,
'Hey, that is one strange bowling ball! '