OUCH!!
That hurt!
Why does he do it?
Why does he hit me,
Hit me with that damn big mallet?
Here I go rolling across the lawn
Gradually slowing down
Until I stop,
Stop near that blessed hoop,
That hoop that he hopes to knock me through,
So I sit here and wait.
Here it comes,
The opponent ball.
Misses me this time,
I so grateful.
Here comes my mate,
His other ball,
We greet each other
As he passes,
Passes off the lawn,
He hit it much too hard that time.
Now it is the other one,
The opponents other ball,
It is coming straight for me.
OUCH!!
That hurt again!
The pain inflicted on is awful,
Not only hit with a mallet,
But also with other balls.
What did I do?
How do I deserve this?
To be hit and hit again,
After all,
We are only a lot of balls.