His sweaty jersey was a dull blue.
Last night he was playing a game,
the difficult sport of Lacrosse,
passing to each other the ball.
After the game some ate cupcakes
and others were happy with just cookies.
The team got sick from the cookies,
so sick their delicate faces turned blue.
The players who ate the perfect cupcakes,
were able to play in the next game.
They went back to throwing the ball,
as the others sat watched Lacrosse.
The players who actually played Lacrosse
that day, would be able to eat cookies
again. The sick kids were curled in a ball,
their faces were that jersey color blue.
They cried as they did not play in the game,
each one wished he just ate the cupcakes.
At the end day the grandma yelled “cupcake”,
and the quickest kid on the Lacrosse
team ran right away. The close game
ended this time without those cookies,
and no where was that jersey color blue,
except for the little forgotten lucky ball.
Somewhere in the forest is that fortunate ball.
The players forgot and just ate their cupcakes,
and no one turned that jersey color blue.
The next day at practice for Lacrosse,
Someone brought the team cookies.
None left the trays, tomorrow was a game.
Today was their last game,
and no one remembered that lucky ball.
No one had taken a bite of the cookies,
but tonight would end with cupcakes.
They all loved to play Lacrosse,
and no one wanted to turn that jersey blue.
Since then they just ate cupcakes, not cookies,
the ball was never found from that game,
and no one ever turned jersey blue at Lacrosse.
