ONE in a long dark pigtail cries, "Now to your places all." I hang my head; indeed I dread This game of basket ball. The ball it mounts up to the skies, We watch its sickening fall; Wildly we rush, each other push, And on the ground we sprawl. They jump upon us where we lie, They kick us where we fall; With groan of pain, we play again The noble game of basket ball. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW A HYMN OF HATE by DOROTHY PARKER DAYBREAK by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |