We were playing basketball
All players were short and tall.
Pass it, Pass it
I would yell.
I yelled to a player
called Michelle.
When they didn't pass,
we would lose the ball.
and we couldn't get a point
at all
Pass it, Pass it
Pas the Ball!
No one pased,
short or tall.
Ding! Great the game is done,
if you would've passed it to me,
we could have won.
nice poem I never seen someone 13 write quite well! ! ! ! *
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well written regards sandhya