A man and his basketball
Came
to the gate.
Alas,
it was locked,
Those
in charge running late.
Beyond
were the hoops
Just
awaiting some play.
The
man looked around
And
did things his own way.
First
tossing the ball
Gently
over the fence,
He
then started climbing,
Which
made total sense.
The
top was equipped
With
sharp iron-clad spikes,
The
kind that to bump
Would
elicit a “Yikes!”
I
watched as that fence
He
did manage to scale,
Then
he jumped to the ground;
Lack
of fear did prevail.
I
applauded his feat
And
I went on my way,
Just
another cool sighting
To
start out my day.
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