Walt: write a rap poem.
Basketball
but the other teams are getting more.
The pressure is starting to get to us
we run to catch up, like a bus.
It’s now half-time, the score is 24-25.
Dodging everybody and dribbling the ball
Making every single person fall.
I'm almost at the shooting point.
But I start to get sore joints.
I'm still soldiering on.
I hide the ball with my shoulder.
Everything and everyone goes quiet.
I shoot the ball then
I get it in!
The crowd goes wild!
They are amazed
Because I got it in and I am a child!


