Court Disaster
COURT DISASTER
I survey the court with a cock-eyed view
From the top of the basketball pole.
My hoop hangs it head in abject shame,
And the players look up in dismay
The man who erected me got it all wrong,
Without the tools for the job.
Well, how could he possibly get me straight
With no spirit level to hand?
But it’s not just the lack of tools to blame.
For my slightly drunken posture
His problems go much deeper than that.
And so, in order to sort himself out
He needs to cut down on his intake
Of that strong Heferweizen beer.
27th April 2022
Sad Backboards and German Heferweizens poetry contest
Sponsor - Matt Caliri
Copyright © Bryn Strudwick | Year Posted 2022
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