Tiny Chris

Tiny Chris

A Poem by layla
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Little boy Chris to short to play basketball.....then he grows up and shows every one at the courts he is very good

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He lives far away, in the coldest of states

A cute little boy, with a special skilled trait

Plays on the courts, with his 6 year old ball

The boys wont play fair; they say he’s too small

 

He’s only a kid, they wont let him play

These are the words, he hears every day

So he sits far away, and watches the boys

dunking old Spalding, he lives for the noise

 

Not the noise of the boys, but the swish of the net

He knows that someday, that he’ll be the threat

It isn’t his choice, that his Nikes stay clean

That day will soon come, when Chris is a teen

 

6 years have gone by, and old Spalding’s gone

At night he would play, straight through the dawn

His talent and efforts, grew to a strength

And over the years, he grew a foots length

 

His appearance is fierce, as he walks to the courts

The guys all look up, as they shake in their shorts

His Nikes are dirty, sweats seeps through his shirt

the guys all don’t know, he once was a squirt

 

They ask him to play, and Chris nods with a yes

As he looks at the player, loser wears dress

First one to ten, says the guy with cornrows

Chris looks and he laughs, says anything goes

 

They story ends here, I’m sure you can guess

That’s hair braided man, sent home in a dress

Cute tiny Chris, from cold corner in Maine

Grows up to play ball, rewarded with fame

© 2012 layla


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This was good and funny but again I think it would be improved by being a bit shorter and more precise.

I like how the location of the boy is alluded to in the first line with "coldest of states" but not revealed til the second last line.

It's a nice coming of age tale and I'm glad Chris got his own back! Good tale

There are a couple of wee typos;

- His Nikes are dirty, sweats seeps through his shirt
- His Nikes are dirty, sweat seeps through his shirt

- That’s hair braided man, sent home in a dress
- That hair braided man, sent home in a dress



Posted 12 Years Ago


layla

12 Years Ago

your sweet for editing haha I love it! it helps me so much!

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A Poem by layla