October 28th…“DID SOMEONE EVER BET YOU MONEY TO DO SOMETHING?”
POEM – “Droopin’ From Hoopin’ ” by N. Elliott Noorlun
Eleven years older, And mature beyond me,
I followed big brother, With awe and glee.
Whatever he said, Was the coolest joy,
So I was his shadow, This farmer’s boy.
Up high on the side, Of our Granary House,
Where many a cat, Caught many a mouse,
There hung a basketball, Hoop up high,
To me, t’was as high, As the clouds in the sky!
And when you are, A tiny tot,
Any coinage of money, Was really a LOT!
So brother called me, One day in the barn,
And began to give me, A money-laced yarn.
“Since you are so little, And not very tall”,
“I’ll bet you can’t take, This basketball”,
“And make a basket, Through Granary hoop”,
“Cause if you do, I’ll downward stoop”,
“To give you a Franklin, Fifty cent coin”,
“When you make that basketball hoop go BOING!”
The bet was on, Or so I thought,
As this mini-Munchkin, Fought and fought,
To get that basketball, Higher and higher,
Towards that 50 cent piece, I did aspire!
The ball hit the building, And bounced off of my head,
I was huffin’ and puffin’, Beginning to dread,
That that 50 cent coin, Would never rocket,
Out of my brother’s, Protective pocket.
Then out of the blue, My ball hit the hoop,
Round n round, It made the loop,
Then fell through the net, And touched every stitch,
“Hooray! Hooray!, Now I’d be rich!”
I ran to the barn, To get my cash,
But then my face, It turned to ash.
Jokester brother said, “No bet did we make.”,
“Cause to seal a bet, You always must shake!”
A lesson for me, Before coinage can turn,
Shake hands on a bet, Oh that I DID learn!!!
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