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Brickball
when I was young we used to play
a game we liked to call “brickball.”
basically what we would do, see,
is stand about seven, maybe eight feet apart,
with a small barricade of dirt in front of us;
and each fellow would have a pile of red clay bricks;
whole bricks, half bricks, broken pieces, jagged edges, and all that jazz.
From there the rules pretty much descend to anarchy.
See, the point was to throw these bricks at one another, dodge-ball style, right.
You got a point for every hit
and 5 glorious points if it drew blood.
Yeah and it was good fun indeed.
Eventually moms and pops put an end to all that (alas, alas, alas).
I did get a nifty scar tiptop
of my noggin outta it though, so that was cool I guess.
there is no point to this little true tale of yore, really,
other than to say that boys are daft and there are still
a number of persons in this world
that I would like to hoist a pile of bricks upon.
Published 18th Feb 2013
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Anonymous
18th Feb 2013 1:03pm
I actually quite liked this. There's quite a lot of people in the world that need a good smack in the face with a brick I can think of myself. Thank you for a read that made me laugh :)
18th Feb 2013 2:34pm
