Tiny Trash Talker - poem
by- Patsy Jo Reed Sircy
Trash Talk is not really new to the GAME,
I got in opponents' heads, back then, the same;
I looked up into their faces, right away I knew,
To reach the GOAL, I'd better give them else to do!
So I said "LOOK OUT!" and "WATCH IT!", to occupy their mind,
My plan was, as they thought there, I'd leave them behind;
"I'm going for the basket, and leave you here!" I said,
Oft' times, "SMACK!!". then I shot foul shots, instead!
My nickname was "SPEEDY", and I earned it every day,
A girl of ten couldn't get that "RUSH" any other way;
"Now fake and drive!" Coach's echo came through the air,
I gave them a smiling "Bye-Bye!" just as I left them there!
"You know, you're tall and clumsy!" was my parting shot,
Even while getting clobbered, I'd always laugh a lot;
The ROUNDBALL gave me FREEDOM, I got BIG if they were TALL,
Big at insults, equalizer, if you're fast, but very small!
"I think you've got a case of ugly!" just before I got knocked down,
Turn it loose and draw the foul, shoot free shots, no one's around;
TALL as TIMBERS, girls were looking, telling what I did,
"TINY TRASH TALKER" took speedy exit from dressing room, and HID!!
Written 22 April, 1996 by the
TINY TRASH TALKER of 1956.
I can't walk due to M.S. since '88,
but I still get the same rush when
I WATCH THE LADY VOLS or fly
with MIKE!! WINNERS NEVER QUIT,
QUITTERS NEVER WIN-- I'm waiting
for the CURE so I can hit the hardwood
PJRS - "SPEEDY " REED of JACKSON CO.
HIGH SCHOOL GAINESBORO, TN