The mystery of the submerged tennis ball Or The upside – downy man

A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away was the last time I wrote a blog post.

Ok, déjà vu. *

Ha! Am so funny!!!!

Moving swiftly on, a few weeks ago, as you all should know and celebrate, t’was me birthday, t’was a great day, t’was – I think I’m going to stop now – very fun. Anyway, as the title probably suggests this blog is not about my T.T.** birthday this is about the mystery of the submerged tennis ball and an upside–downy man.

A long, long, long time ago my dad, my mum, my older–but–younger–than–my–eldest–brother–brother and I went on a walk to the meadow***. 

On the way, I passed a submerged tennis ball but I just walked past it.

I can’t do that, I just can’t, so I ran back to ‘investigate’ this small, green marvel. I kicked the ball and, to my disappointment, it was just half a tennis ball. L

Next bit, the upside–downy man, catchy huh?

Many times I have walked past these two trees

Then said “hey mum, they look like knees”.

Not to my bro, to my mum of course,

For he would mock me like a...horse?

This poem is going very downhill,

For I have kind of lost my poetic skill.

When I say ‘kind of’ I mean completely,

And um.... What rhymes with completely?

All is well.

* If thy had nay read all of my bloggage then thy shall not know what I am talking about for I have written that part in a previous blog.

** T.T. Means truly tremendous by the way.

*** You probably don’t know what ‘the meadow’ is but all you need to know is, it’s a meadow.

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