Oh Ball, how I love you!
Your bounce! Your squish!
I have already chased you down! Again and again!
And now I roll with you in the damp spring grass!
Grr-grr-grr sounds come from my throat!
My back feet bounce in the air!
My fierce and mighty teeth grip you firmly, oh Ball!
And I chew-chew-chew!
I am so happy you came out to play!
Oh Ball, how I love you!
5 comments:
Cousin Ojo, you love your ball like Phod loves his. Enjoy it.
Glad you're having such a good time! I love my tennis balls too.
Great poem Ojo. The ball is a sorely neglected theme in human poetry.
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
I know exactly how you feel, Ojo! Great poem!
A true illustration of Bliss! Love your poem.
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