The Championship Poem by Billy Loving

Up and down the court they go
Back and forth, to and fro
Net goes swoosh
They continue to push
At the top of the key
As easy as can be
A thunderous dunk
A basket sunk
Crowd's approving roar
Pain they ignore
A drive to the hole
The ball, they have stole
Mysterious silence
A result of the violence
To the court, the doctors run
His night is done
Crowd begins to scream
He's not as hurt as it may seem
He's carted off
Applause so soft
Hearing the whistle blow
Back to work they go
A no look pass
It bounces off the glass
Time ticks away
It's down to the last play
Clank, clank, clank
Shot finally sank
Buzzer's sound
Court, they surround
Celtics, the champs
As the music pours from the amps
Confetti falls
As the play he recalls
All done for the year
Another championship, they hold so dear