Stoop Ball
In Brooklyn, there were lots of stoops,
Most often used for sitting,
Or else as fields for stoop ball,
Where Spaldeens* would do our bidding.
You didn’t need a friend to play –
Just threw that ball, renouncing
Your expertise if you could only
Catch it after bouncing.
We had no use for yards or grass
To keep our playtime going,
Just one Spaldeen and someone’s stoop,
The perfect place for throwing.
*the way we pronounced Spalding, which
was a popular brand of pink high-bouncing balls
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