Shooting for the stars
By Henry M
Published 23 September 2023
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