An unusual gala was held at the basketball court;
satin, velvet, taffeta, silk gowns were gliding
while tuxedos framed their dates in waltzes,
to music of the hired disc jockey's collection.
Not only was there a Ball but each couple
vied with one another in shooting baskets,
the winners being crowned with a
crown version of the rim and net upside down
and starched to sit upon their heads
as King and Queen of the Court.
A ritual promenade ensued to music
and delight of everyone as
blues, pinks, yellows, greens, violet gowns
and accompanying tuxes gleefully
pranced in group Congo lines.
Thus there was
a Ball in the Court.
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