Personal Poem

Reiley Winebrenner
Personal Poem
Sophomore English
7 February 2008

Basketball games are exhilarating,
at the beginning of the game, when the
crowd is anxious for the jump.
Michael’s gym bag is like a
junior high hallway.
The most exhilarating moment is when a backboard shatters
like a man smacking glass with a sledgehammer.
The crowd goes crazy when you hit a three
like a pack of chimpanzees.
Driving home from the game on icy roads
can be as scary as a hippo on ice skates.
Victory tastes like
banana cream pie.
Carter’s cleavage sweat dripping on the court is
like a wet t-shirt contest at Panama Bay.