The Gym

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

And bond.

While there mind is with the first half

Of their dream while all the while they bond.

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