So we broke two of our medicine balls today and I felt poetic. Every fourth line slurrrs into the next, so read it aloud and you will get the humor.
To the medballs blue and grey
It began with a toss and ended with a splat,
The ooze began leaking, this way and that,
One-half of team “special” threw that fateful hit,
Leaving her hands with a grunt, followed by an “Oh shhhh
She gave it a nudge but it was already dead,
The end of era, with a toss overhead,
One and all loved it, and thought it the best,
So soft and squishy, like a silicone brrrrr
Brynne and Emily were there, I was a witness,
While the blue ball was dead, the throws were not finished,
The grey ball should save us, if we hadn’t ruined our luck,
Three tosses in, I see sand, “What the fff
Forget the throws, let’s move on to something new,
We can’t use them anymore, they’re done, they’re threw,
Beaten and broken, both balls need a stitch,
Where are others? in the van? Son of a b*%*%!