Shooter and the Ball
Ball, why don’t you go through hoop?
Every time I miss I yell “Poop!”
You make it so hard for me to win.
If you do score then I will grin.
Oh ball can’t you see the beautiful net.
Oh ball please have no regret.
Just this once, give me a chance.
So that I may do a victory dance.
Being a ball, it’s not fair.
Look at you’ve even got hair.
It hurts me to bounce up and down.
It’s not fun I’d much rather drown.
Can’t you see,
this isn’t for me.
I have no way to speak my opinion
I no longer want to be someone’s minion.
I’d rather be free.
This is just not for me.