Dec 4, 2009, 3:33 pm
(This post was last modified: Dec 4, 2009, 8:20 pm by Black Urum.)
BASKETBALL
(Besides fabulous, fierce, glorious and exciting games, i love quiet and peaceful time. For at that time, i can bury myself into the world of poem and then, make my disorder train of thought back again. Now, i will share one beautiful poem about basketballl with you.)
Basketball, glorious basketball!
Don't care what it looks like -.
Burned! Underdone! Crude!
Don't care what those crooks like.
Just thinking of growing fat.-
Our senses go reeling.
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling from sitting on
the couch!
Basketball, glorious basketball!
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more,
that's all that we should live for.
Why should we be fated
to do nothing but brood
on basketball,
magical basketball,
wonderful basketball,
marvelous basketball,
fabulous basketball,
beautiful basketball,
glorious basketball!
(Besides fabulous, fierce, glorious and exciting games, i love quiet and peaceful time. For at that time, i can bury myself into the world of poem and then, make my disorder train of thought back again. Now, i will share one beautiful poem about basketballl with you.)
Basketball, glorious basketball!
Don't care what it looks like -.
Burned! Underdone! Crude!
Don't care what those crooks like.
Just thinking of growing fat.-
Our senses go reeling.
One moment of knowing that
Full-up feeling from sitting on
the couch!
Basketball, glorious basketball!
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more,
that's all that we should live for.
Why should we be fated
to do nothing but brood
on basketball,
magical basketball,
wonderful basketball,
marvelous basketball,
fabulous basketball,
beautiful basketball,
glorious basketball!