The Ball goes round

The building looms in on the yellow dragon.

Children hop on the suburban band wagon.

Three holes in, one throw out.

Does anyone know what this game is about.

Some say yes, most say know.

Some asked “who cares though?”

Rolling down the slippery hall.

Make sure it doesn’t hit the wall.

Gutter clears all sewage away.

Unfortunealy I’m here to stay.

Hours passed, my fun is done.

If it was up to me I would rather run.

Into the hills far away.

I’ll decide the game I’ll play.

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