Why is this a requirement?
I wish I was just absent
I hate doing anything where i can get injured
It just makes me look even more akward.
I am in gym
There are balls flying everywhere, I swear i am going to loose a limb
We are playing volleyball
I can't even hit the ball, Im such an odd ball.
I feel like I should know how to do this
But all i do is miss
Someone finally taught me how to serve properly
At first, though, I serve so badly
After a couple of tries it becomes perfect
I don't know what happened it just clicked
I am happy now
Ciao.
Aw this is a cute little poem! You used to be in my gym class and our tennis adventures were the best. But I totally know how you feel since I'm bad at volleyball too but you're right, it definitely gets easier along the way :]
ReplyDeleteI really like the way you wrote this poem its structured very nicely and the rhymes are very good I really enjoyed reading your poem nice job Kristina!
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