Thursday, February 24, 2011

Assonance Poem

It's a game of four on four on the court
He balls till he falls
He jumps and pushes his shots for some swooshes
To pass fast or make a turnover
I see a flash as he makes a slash
He moves and shoves
The defender gets at him until he surrenders
He boots it out and the other guy shoots
It's out and the coach shouts
If there is a foul he will scowl
To defend till the end
To win the game for fame.

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