Shooting for the stars

The whistle blows and away we go,

The ball goes up, down, to the side, and around

It lands in my hands, and I freeze with fear

While the crowd is still yelling and giving big cheers

I see a horde of bulls charge towards me.

I take one dribble and remember what to do

I take a shot and I feel the relief as the crowd applauds my move

But as I back-pedal down the court and I’m gaining my groove

A man comes towards me looking real smooth

He drives to the basket and goes for a shot

But all thanks to me he misses the lot

I jump up and down like a kangaroo but smaller

Then I realise it’s just the first quarter