Poems

Poem

The game is on

at the park.

The stars are out.

It’s close to dark.

Hoop Kings

SOARing

in the SKY

so high

so fly

like they Got Wings

Poem

They DOUBLE-team me

I’m in DOUBLE trouble

Trying not to DOUBLE dribble

Gotta get out the DOUBLE trap

So I juke one

But number two follows

So I QUICKLY