By: Poet Keri
September 30,2008
Age 11
Boing, Up, Boing, Down,
Being a ball is like fooling around,
But at the same time always being bounced around!
I hit the hard floor, boing, and counce up hight into the air,
The entertainment I give, it looks like I should be in a fair!
Kids run around, dribbling me,
When will I ever be one that's free? !
A ball is something that entertains once again,
But I do not mind, we both make amends!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem