There's 3 minutes on the clock
All you can think is tick tock
You hear the whistle blow
All you think is oh no
The sweat rolls down your face
Your heart beats a steady pace
The man in front blocks your ball
The man behind makes you fall
Your team mate helps you up
You feel as though your going to throw up
The score is now tied
We only need one to get by
You shoot the ball into the goal
And your team acts if they have won the super bowl.
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Written June 21st, 2004
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Sweet, dude
hey, cool! A sports poem. What do you know? I liked it. I wouldn't have ordinarily, but you have such a way with words! lol. No but really, I thought it was really, really good. I wouldn't have wasted the time I could've been taking to do my english II homework to comment if I didn't think so. I'll be back to read all your poetry etc to thank you for commenting on my Tofu poem ^.^ -
Nothing more exhilerating than winning a game, especially when it is down to the wire.
Queen
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I see you shot has found its mark
The crowd doth roar with this spark
A joyous cry has now began to erupt
Its come to a close and so abrupt
Set that pick and watch the roll
Brush the guard and score the goal
Block out your man and now rebound
Put it back up and make your shot sound
I see that you have a bit of Bball on the brain
I hope that soon I'll get to play, curse this rain.
Thanx for sharing this write with us and keep that game up!
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