Moon Balls
What do you call them? I asked taking a peek.
They each had an expression, and they were sleek.
Bouncing at least six times for every throw down.
These moon balls with smiles took away my frown.
Who shall I give them too? I asked the joyful man.
Give them to the children, and you may call me Stan.
I passed them out, spreading excitement and joy.
Watching enormous grins happen on each girl and boy.
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