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Dad's Last Ball Game

Being the shortest in my high school gym class
Attempts to play basketball brought no success
Broke my finger while trying to catch a pass
Leaping to take balls from tall girls? What a mess!

Always loved football, baseball and soccer too
But in basketball I succumbed to defeat
Just couldn’t get into it, that is true
Till Dad took me to see the Miami Heat

Startled he was, watching me jump up and down
Although my enthusiasm was contrived
The cheers of other fans my loud voice did drown
This was the last time I saw my Dad alive

I’m so thankful now that I went to that game
Dad was so grateful for these moments we shared
When I watch basketball now, it’s not the same
It was Dad and not the sport for which I cared



*Entry for Deb’s “Play Ball” contest


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Basketball Brain



Imagine if I possessed stunning good looks Along with an adorable personality I'd have to beat the ladies off with a stick Love it if this was suddenly reality Hollywood would continually be bugging me To make millions from my glorious kisser Certainly be renowned the whole world over But dear Cathie, I'd surely miss her I'd send for her as soon as I bought a mansion Overlooking the beautiful blue sea Would say farewell to my bevy of beauties So honoured to have had a piece of me This new cyber world allows for such musing I could actually be of the opposite sex Now I've really got you wondering haven't I So you never know what to expect Well I must confess I'm a ten year old genius With a brain the size of a basketball Eat gigabytes of data, morning, noon and night And spit out gobs of wisdom to all Imagine if I possessed stunning good looks Dream on you old geezer, dream on A major overhaul would certainly be necessary And I don't think you've got that long © Jack Ellison 2013


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Basketball Heads



Made quite an impression, it seems On the chair I've been glued to so long The indentation is an exact replica Of my rear, hmmm, sounds like a song Me bum and me chair are going steady Have been since joining P-Soup Methinks maybe atrophy is setting in So I think I'll shoot some hoops It's surely a result of this computer age Our bodies will soon have no use Our heads will be the size of basketballs But our bodies will be an excuse Excuse to hold up our 100 pound heads With it's 250 gigabyte storage space We'll actually need some kind of device Or we'll continue to fall on our face Made quite an impression, it surely seems On the chair I've been glued to so long Thinks I'll go for a ride in my old jalopy An old Dodge I bought for a song © Jack Ellison 2013