Pass

Set

spike

Hit it cross 

or line

the defense doesn’t know

which way it'll go 

It could be a

Five

Six

Four or even

Eight.

Sliding right 

they hit a dog

Some are ball hogs.

Digging the ball 

with no block is hell

But it has some sort of 

thrill as well

We have go’s

Dog’s

Hut's and more

One

Two

Seven galore

Red

White and

Gold

Can be hit too

only if your shoe

doesn’t pass the white tape,

Jumping so high 

you should have a cape

Middles block out and right

While outsides and right sides

stay in tight. 

In a cluster in the middle 

we call out 

The setters and hitters

Ready

Up

Blocks go high 

the passers look to the sky,

Praying for a good block 

not a tip.

Those hurt the hip.

Bruises as big as whiffle balls 

We still stand tall

Floor burns and ponytails

We go back and hope our short serve

isn’t a fail

Getting points makes the bench

not tame

It’s a 30 second fame

Reading the time right on the hits,

Hoping we can hit between the slits.

Setter dumps,

Trips everyone up

Libero's sprint to get it back up

And everybody says it’s easy.