Saturday, 2 November 2013

Badminton poem


She clear to the right and she hit to the left
but oh I missed her drop to  tight she Start her
serve but she hit it up so far. She said look at that
it looks like it is going to the star.
I said here she said there I ran up and hit it to the steer.
She start coming and I start crying she said you had a
great game.  I said thanks she said welcome let go
and play it again.

I start winning she start losing she is trying to win the game.
She said help I said no this is just not the game. But I said OK
let get some help so I can win all the game. I said I just win
you just lose we can play every day


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