Jump On The Court, Sport!

Are you ready to go? Come out and make it to the show. You can bore on TV. Or maybe make people yell at thee. Many you'll never hear. At least they aren't something to fear. So heed the calls and grab some balls.

Find one you enjoy.
Come now, don't be coy.
Enjoy it and play.
Play night and day.

The joy is there.
You must beware.
You must train to get better.
You may get that letter.

That is what you want.
Then houses you can haunt.
Everyone will look to you.
You'll be in the top few.

You'll become an over paid weenie.
The ball may be big or teenie.
You may not even know how to spell
But what the friggin hell.

You can endorse Coke.
Don't have to drink it, bloke.
Just pretend you do for a few takes.
A million dollars, heaven sakes.

Be part of a team.
It's everyone's dream.
Get traded like your cards.
I hope you like new yards.

Promote with the team.
Create a new income stream.
Beer Whatever, the drink of your team.
Reality is it is all a fantasy dream.

But no one has to know.
We say it, so it is so.
Believe and you shall achieve.
And when you die all will grieve.

But before that make sure to pay.
Can't let your publicist, agent and driver go astray.
And be sure to light up many a ball.
Whether they be big or they be small.

What? You no longer enjoy?
Bah, that was all a ploy.
Enjoyment means nothing in life.
Be the best and get a super model wife.

Don't you want to be a sports star? You could get watched by many a drunk at many a bar. Doesn't that sound good to you? Could date a super model or two. Could make big bucks. Could fool plenty of schmucks. Could lose the joy for it you had in playing to start. But bah, who needs to take that to heart. You could get riches in mass. Just keep the overpaid weenies away from my little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.