Game

This morning I woke

with puppy pokes

and launched

upon the floor.

Grabbed my gear

and whistled for dogs

as I sailed

right out the door.

A stifled yawn,

a sudden stretch,

I prepare for another day.

It's time to play,

it's Saturday,

get ready for the GAME!

A kick in the balls

There you sit, upon the ground,
taunting me, without a sound,
willing me to throw around,
sadly I won't.

There you rest and wait for me,
kick me hard and set me free,
pick me up and play rugby,
sadly I don't.

What you want is far to much,
I kick you ball, way into touch
You ask a lot and as such,
Oh bloody hell, how can I not?