A Man and His Basketball
A man and his basketball
Came to the gate.
Alas, it was locked,
Those in charge running late.
Beyond were the hoops
Just awaiting some play.
The man looked around
And did things his own way.
First tossing the ball
Gently over the fence,
He then started climbing,
Which made total sense.
The top was equipped
With sharp iron-clad spikes,
The kind that to bump
Would elicit a “Yikes!”
I watched as that fence
He did manage to scale,
Then he jumped to the ground;
Lack of fear did prevail.
I applauded his feat
And I went on my way,
Just another cool sighting
To start out my day.
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