Ball On the Roof
Come back little green ball, why did you jump so high?
I was not aiming, for the sky.
On the roof, there you sit.
Me down here, having a fit.
It isn’t that far to jump, little one.
When your down, your so much more fun.
Don’t bite my hand, when I reach for you.
Why can’t you act more like you did, when you were new?
When we come to find you, you are not there.
So I say “Life ain’t bloody fair”
-Rick Tankard