The Ball

Have you ever paused to contemplate
Just why the ill-used ball,
Seems subject to such scorn and hate
And gets no love at all.
We kick and throw it,
Bat and blow it,
Poke at it with sticks.
Toss and trounce it,
Bowl and bounce it,
And thump it near to bits.
It doesn't really follow,
Nor is it really fair,
A ball should have such sorrow
Because it's not a square.
Next time you take a football
And kick it from the ground,
Remember it's no fun at all
To be a ball and round.