its a poem summary.

Ode
The ball, the rim, the court, the shoes

The crowd cheering eagerly, never any boos

The sound of shoes squeaking

The sound of the clock

The swish of the ball

The sound of the whistle that ends it all.

Plays are called, travels and carries too

As time winds down the thrillness grows

The crowd on their feet as the last shot goes

At the end of it all hands are shook

And the winners review back at the game they took

Concrete

Chris Paul,is tall. Thats why he’s as tall as the wall. The King owns the Mamba any day, Paul vs Kobe on TV, I wish I could play. His dunks electrify the crowd every night, if you like Kobe, shouldn't even be cozy, talk to ginobili. I respect Kobe, I can’t lie, but Paul, his legacy is up to the sky. I will admit, Michael Jordan is the best of them all, and Yao Ming is really tall, but Chris paul is the king, and by the end of the year , he will finally have a ring.

Sonnet

The game of basketball is so much fun!
Whether it’s a block, three, or just a steal,
No other game can compare with this one.
When I think of it, I can only squeak.       
Even when I see the game on TV,
It’s amazing because they are so good.
It looks so easy, when they nail a three.
If I could do that, I totally would.
Even when it is me who scores the hoop,
It pumps me up and makes me feel so great.
I love it when the crowd yells whoop, whoop, whoop!
For the next game, I really cannot wait.
Even though it is only just a game,
I know it is able to lead to fame.