My Basketball

My basketball is blue and grey,
We bought it two years ago in May,
It hasn’t gotten lost or stolen,
It has managed to stay.

We practice with it,
We enjoy every little bit,
Every throw up it gets hit,
And we love it.

We play on the West Northam courts,
That’s just what we do,
Every afternoon with my best buds,
Without sport we would have nothing to do,

This is all I have to say,
For my poem is finished,
Hip hip hooray.