I learned the game, All from my dad. I'd be put to shame, If I never learned. I dribbled and shot, trying to make my mark. I missed and forgot, what I oughta do. So I quit, Though he always told me. To never give up, I guess I'm out to be put to shame I couldn't even make it from a mile away When It's time for me to guard, I'm running up and down the court. I'm faster than lightning on my feet, Don't worry, you can't mess with my beat!
- I used the image from GOOGLE. - I made the poem myself
