The Game Poem by Mykhal Glass

The Game



So many things come to mind when you have to write a rhyme
Like basketball is my favorite sport the ball grind against the court and make that rhythmic beat
Puling back to hit a jumper from about six feet
If hit you will hear the crowd go crazy in your ear
And as you hum your favorite song
The ball goes right along
And creates that rhythmic beat
That makes the crowd get real loud and jump up out their seat

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