The gym floor is like a mirror,
Its shiny, smooth and thus
Makes it all that cherrier
and valuable to us.
The basketball hoops are like
The aim of the game,
where we all like to strike
and most do aim.
The changing rooms were etched
Are the names of the peoples
Who have sketched
Things like broad and brass steeples.
Boom, Crash the sound of game,
As if the gym is a heart.
Helping he’s and she’s to the hall of fame
They all run have fun weave and dart.
And they ultimately talk, laugh
While there mind is with the first half
Of their dream while all the while they bond.