He felt that he was a basketball player with a lot of skill and style.
But the only thing that he set a record in was having the most fouls.
He spent most of his time on the bench.
It was like he had been bolted down with a wrench.
Things would have been fine.
If he had not been getting so many splinters riding the pine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem