It waits to be played with,
Wet with raindrops,
While still having excellent grip.
The first time I saw it,
I looked away and saw a baseball mitt,
But I looked back,
And it looked at me.
There was nothing it lacked,
So I gave it a maybe.
Slowly that maybe turned into a yes,
And I thought to myself, this was the best.
Now I play with it every day,
Whether it is snowing or raining,
Even when my leg is paining.
And now I pick it up and shoot it into the basket.
SWISH!
A perfect shot every time.
When it is dark, it is the shine.
No ball can compete with you,
Because you are my basketball.