'' A Ball That Eats Would Truly Astound '' Poem by Bri Mar

My dad bought me a brand new ball,
So we went out for a stroll,
How it made me feel ten feet tall,
He said let's take it for a roll.

As we headed to the park,
His comment made me think,
Was what he said just a lark,
Or had he been on the drink.

When he stopped at the burger bar,
I thought has he gone mad,
His behaviour really was bizarre,
Perhaps it was just a fad.

As he ordered he was asked,
How many do you need?
He said as a Dad I've been tasked,
To ensure everyone gets a feed.

This was getting worrying,
I knew there was something wrong,
Then we started hurrying,
He said it won't be light for long.

I asked him who the food was for,
He said it was for us all,
There's enough for us to start a war,
Did you buy one for the ball.

He asked me if I'd lost the plot,
How could you be so rude?
After everything you've been taught,
You think a ball eats food.

A roll for the ball is what you said,
He said I meant a roll along the ground,
My conversation has been misread,

‘' A Ball That Eats Would Truly Astound ‘'