My Ball
By Vinul A
[not published yet]
Bang! My ball crashes through the window and all the air comes in my house.
I pick my bad ball from the garden and put it in the house.
My brilliant ball feels as hard as titanium.
My ball is as cold as ice.
He lives under my bed and is green, red, black and white.
It has ITALY written on it.
It rolls like a mole and when a thorn hits my ball it will make a hole.