What A SPORT
I wish I were a sport.
This would get him all excited.
Time spent with me, would not be short.
Then of course, I'd always be invited.
Every new season, no matter what the game.
I would be his claim to fame
How happy he would be every time he sees me.
A sport of choice, his love for me he screams
as he loses his voice.
Should I stumble and fall or hurt my knee.
A show of true concern he would display for all
to see. In my honor he will toast a beer, as his
friends begin to cheer.
Words of encouragement he would speak, if I am close to
defeat. " Stay strong and do not retreat."
I wish I were a sport.
Then maybe he would understand what is that I need.
But for him, the only sport I am good at, is to
BREED!
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