I’m putting this here on my blog because I rather like it and I don’t want to lose it, haha.
The ball wobbled and giggled and cried.
It waited for the foot always at its side
The big toes wiggling with pride
as the ball sat waiting for the eggs to be fried.
The eggs done and the mouth eating
The ball waited in horror for the beating
As the foot jumped around waiting for the meeting
of foot to ball with plenty of seating
As people watched with absolute glee
the ball took flight and wanted to flee
But for all the crowds there wasn’t much to see
As the foot missed three times three
The ball was no longer sad
Forgotten, lost, and never so glad
that the foot was gone and attached to a lad
Who happened to be so awfully bad.