Poem About my granddaughter

05/07/2012 at 8:42 AM Leave a comment

Kindergarten Basketball

There once was a girl who could run.

At basket ball, running, has fun.

Score, she has not yet.

Ball can’t reach the net.

Hands held high, defense plied, we won!

.                                    – June Nash

I felt compelled to write a quasi limerick about my granddaughter.  She is learning to play basketball.  I went to her game a few days ago.

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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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