Spit

A bullseye again! Can't miss. Have practiced since I was ten. Contrary to what people may say, I have a talent. And plan to keep it that way. The Olympics are coming up, My gold in spitting is coming up fast. Momma says, "That can't be right. No such sport as spitting! I want you to stop tonight." But I know it's true. Otherwise, what else will the spitters do? They are all in training too. I've seen them as I pass through. Cups held out to spit in. Rolled down windows, Spit in the wind. Now it's my turn, I can hit birds in flight! Momma says, "You'll get over this. Spitting is gross! No one will have you as a host!" Poppa says that spitting has a history. Brass spittoons in every store! Poppa says, "Come spit with me. I bet you can even hit the top of that tree!" I needed to practice every day. Now I have a sport that even Poppa can play!