not on my team

If I was eleven feet tall
I would happily play basketball
but since I’m a shrimp and can barely run
and not throw a ball, I am not much fun

No one wants me on their team today
Everyone boos when I decide to play
Not on my team! They say with malice
I’d rather have klutzy weird old Alice
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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