Basketball Blues

Basketball Blues Here I am trying to string some coherent thoughts into a prose in writing… When there is this sudden continuous thumping noise behind where I am seating… Oh no! That can only mean one thing, my little girl is into her basketball dribbling... In this limited space of the living room, her boundless energy needs venting… Ever since the local junior basketball competition has started, I wish we live on the moon… When the whim strikes, it’s Michael Jordan incessant dribbling about in the living room… Only the emptiness of space around the moon can silence the sounds of these staccato booms… NASA or whatever relevant space agency, book me quickly, if possible, beam me to the moon.. Yeah, I know better, our cajolings and pleas for quiet in this living room is a waste of saliva… This feminine version of Michael Jordan in my living room is in one of her breakaways runs afire… Look out! Control that ball, you almost bump poor Nemo in his cute fish bowl off that table… Where’s your mother, what do I have to do to get a little peace in this time of the day altogether… Little girl, if you don’t mind, I’m trying to finish this little poem of mine to post on-line… I have my readers and fans, they’re just like yours, hoping to see the best I can offer each time… Yeah I know, your fans and supporters, they are cheering you on too, I see the picture… But little angel of mine, please put away that blasted ball , how about something else to consider … Let me finish up this shortened prose, post it up online and then I will bother you no longer… After that, it would be better that I quickly retire to the master bedroom, silence there is pre ordered… Tell me again, when is your last game, for all this thumping through the week is giving me heartburns… Do you have to bounce that ball indoors, that noisy din will one fine day bring on angry neighbours… Better you do something not so noisy, say, clean Nemo’s tank - it looks rather dirty to me…. What? You’ve clean it twice already in this week, are you very sure of that? How about money?.. Would you like to have some change and maybe you can grab a soda outside, it is one fine weather.. Fervently I dare hope, my little Michael Jordan, do go and pick up your many dolls, where’s Barbie..?