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?
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