Poem

Poem

Orange, round Black stripes cover, It bounces and runs Fly’s through the air

As it runs As it fly’s As it scores

It is a bright orange, Almost like an orange But you must not eat, Only play

As it runs As it fly’s As it scores

Thud, thud As it runs away When it fly’s it Makes a swish

As it runs As it fly’s As it scores

Why does it run? Why does it fly? Why must people yell, When to goes through the hole?

As it fly’s It gives hope, That when it goes swish The crowd cheers

As it runs As it fly’s As it scores

Basketball.