Your uniform on your muscular frame,

Your eyes shine bright, as you sprint down the court.

Wardell Stephen Curry is your name.

O’ you always have your head in the game.

You tower over the utterly short.

You play the best soon to be hall of fame.

Champions and all star show all your fame.

From your dad, basketball has been your sport.

Like Cupid, you don’t even have to aim.

In your deep voice, soon in love I became.

Whenever I see you, your on the court.

No matter what you have a perfect game.

Your hands hang on the bar, and make the game.

Baby, your a firework, on the court.

Your shots soar through the air and win the game.

Although three kids scares me, you I still claim.

If we sleep, I promise I will not snort.

I am better than your wife, she is lame,

I love you, I hope you love me the same.