Bad Poetry

The Ball

He holds the ball,

Now he runs in the hall,

Wait he is at the mall,

In the ring he is in a brawl,

He fights like Yao Ming.

Now he is sings,

eats some onion rings,

now he is looking for some rats,

zing, zing, now he has a tat.

look at that girl she has a funny hat,

I like bats,

They also look like rats,

Now he puts down the ball.