I bet whether a ton or an ounce,
You will still follow the bounce.
Mesmerized by its ongoing show,
As it bounces to and fro.
But is it bouncing up or down?
Do you have to consult a clown?
He may say it is side to side,
And then smile real wide.
For if you tip your head,
Oh the dread!
It could be going side to side.
So can you answer with pride?
Up, down. left or right?
Does it give ones ocd a fright?
As you have to stop and stare,
And the ball never goes anywhere.
Now what are you to do?
As three are in your view.
This is really getting scary,
They do resemble a berry.
But they don't bounce very well.
Is this causing you Hell?
So now that you've decided up, down left or right,
Here is an added plight.
Which one is bouncing higher?
Which one is a low flyer?
And which one is inbetween?
Isn't it fun to visit my scene?
Now you'll be staring at balls all day.
To some that might be a nice display.
But I bet not in this way,
I hope I made your day.
For I just wanted to irk some ocd,
Today at my sea.
And watching those things bounce away,
Surely does that at my bay.
So balls to the wall,
As you visit my hall.
And even tilt your head,
Warning, your eyes may go dead.
So wear some shades as you watch the bounce,
And the cat will watch his back for things that pounce.
For all might send flack to my grass,
For such a display from my little rhyming ass.
Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.