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Volley and Ball

The aggressive ones argue with the rules.
They spike the balls, making us look like fools.
I am not good at returning, and horrible at the serve.
Come on! Let’s play volleyball you say, if you have the nerve.

Frankly I don’t, all my memories are sad.
I was one of the worst ones. Ask my Mom or Dad.
Do not ask my grandma, for she’ll lie through her teeth.
Pretending I could do anything sporty. She fibs over and beneath.

I do remember wishing we did not ever have to play it again.
The ones who were out for blood were Amazons ready to win.
They despised the short ones, especially my sister and me.
We had wobbly arms. Neither of us could serve, you see.

So many will have memories of glory and fame.
They were probably eight foot tall and had a cute name.
My sister and I used to slink off all ashamed.
She is Volley. I am Ball, neither of us twins aptly named.

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Kim Rodrigues Date: 1/21/2021 7:26:00 PM LOL! Love the ending! Short people ain’t got no reason, as the song goes (and I am one of those) Hurts my hand...ouch. But my granddaughter is pretty good at it. Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/21/2021 8:25:00 PM I am bad at almost every sport but I am fantastic at Raquetball.

Gershon Wolf Date: 1/21/2021 7:16:00 PM Aw, this is cute, sweet, and a terrific slam at an era which couldn't give a damn... for anyone not up to snuff... Things have changed for the better in some ways over the years, fortunately. One of them is that most kids cooperate athletically, rather than run over less gifted kids with their spikes, like they used to. Really identified with you and your sister, Caren, even though I was one of the 'lucky, gifted ones,' athletically. Great write! ~ Gershon Login to Reply Caren Krutsinger Date: 1/21/2021 8:27:00 PM We were almost always the last two chosen. Sometimes a captain would say to the other one “you can have them.”