I Am a Joyful Green Tennis Ball
I love being bouncy, being green, being fun!
I jump and I hop, and I dance all around.
Being chased by children from two to a hundred and one.
I am the happiest tennis ball, easily found.
I have a sweet squeak when I hit the concrete.
There are squeals of laughter as I am being chased.
A dog has me in her mouth, so I give a quick squeak.
Hoping she will spare me, giving a lot of grace.
I am bouncing now, and excited. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
I am enthusiastic about being me in rain, wind, black ice and snow.
I would like a little drink of water, but I do not whine or flounce.
This is the best life I have ever had, for sure. I love it so!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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