The Bunning ball

There it is
the Bunning ball,
on the floor waiting
to be played with.
Bounce, bounce, bounce
up it goes and down it comes.
It taste like dirt,
it feels dry
it is tough
it is rough
it punches me in the face
and starts laughing at me.
Bounce, bounce, bounce,
stop running away.
Bounce, bounce, bounce
I got you now, you are with me to stay.