My game is mirth and joy; it also kils.
Alas, the spheroid shape which conquered school
Controls me too; I know its power wills
Us: "Get the ball within the hoop! Be cool!
The match draws near; we feel our fear awry;
It creeps. They claim we gain great fame or bawl.
This game doth humble shamful players; I
Am worse than bad, ne'er pass to me at all!
Bu friends are cheering sounds I hear so loud
I know them all; my heart doth quickly jump.
They crave my triumph? Shooting now. They vowed
I have the skill to score, to stop my slump!
The ball like bird doth fly; I'm in a trance.
It sinks like sunset; heart and crowd both dance.