Backboard
The south wind came and it blew so strong
it sent my backboard where it didn't belong
Busted and crooked it warped so much
from the Gods of winds performing their thrust
Now my basketball has no fair of play
it's gone all torqued up throughout the day
But the rim is still in level condition
my ball maneuvers will have a pure rendition
Next time I will remember to anchor things down
or I will likely have a much bigger frown
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