Balls - Poem by Ruth Walters
Pool balls, snooker balls, footballs, squash balls,
potting into pockets, kicking into goals.
Always out at matches, evenings, weekends
never any time for anything but balls.
Ball gowns, prom gowns, high heels, baubles,
tripping into town to have a ball.
Ogling big balls, hard thighs, cute guys
but they're so very busy in the snookers halls.
I don't care for ball games, big frames, speed pool,
I just dig old school, neck ties, so cool,
seems I'm very square now, not round or spherical
for I prefer red roses and the rest is balls.
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