Onomatopoeia
Click-clack the sound of the ref’s shoes hit the floor
Tick-tock the clock starts
The coach closes the swinging door
The team parts
With the starters on the court
The crowd ceases to chatter
The team claps in support
For the team and the game that matter
Players slammed the ball down
And hit the ball up in the air
Not one girl had a frown
Never had there
been more effort for that win
wows and yays erupted from all
Everyone had a grin
For the game they would always recall
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