My game is mirth and joy; it also kils.

Alas, the spheroid shape which conquered school

Controls me too; I know its power wills

Us: "Get the ball within the hoop! Be cool!

The match draws near; we feel our fear awry;

It creeps. They claim we gain great fame or bawl.

This game doth humble shamful players; I

Am worse than bad, ne'er pass to me at all!

Bu friends are cheering sounds I hear so loud

I know them all; my heart doth quickly jump.

They crave my triumph? Shooting now. They vowed

I have the skill to score, to stop my slump!

The ball like bird doth fly; I'm in a trance.

 It sinks like sunset; heart and crowd both dance.