Well this has a deflating feeling but
a pumped upending.
There was a little one, he was always
kicked around, but they were the best
of times, boot or hand he didn't mind.
Scuff marks marking his features,
every now and then washed off
Mudd crusted between stitches.
If he felt a little deflated they'd
be positive pumping him up full
of air once again.
It was him and them for a time,
but it moves on.
He went out less and less,
it was summer and he went
out once.
Sitting on the windowsill
wishing to between the blades
of grass. at the end of a foot and
a goal post.
Not being kicked and thrown
around, then it got real, he was
put in the shed empty not feeling
the air between his stitches anymore.
Then he heard voices in the back,
don't worry you have friends,
Were all a little deflated in here?
I think some of us were mislaid.
Forgotten by mistake or we like
to think that. Hi, I'm seasonal, I'm beach.
Now I'm just missing the sunshine.
I got a puncture, I wasn't as floaty
anymore, I was their favorite seaside
friend, you see they fixed my bobo.
I don't leak anymore, but they didn't
fill me up or throw me again.
I was put in here for another time,
but I only see them when they are
looking for lost things, but not me.
Meet tennis and his sister,
there a right pair, one always going
over the net, the other hoping that
the other would hit so they could
feel the air bouncing between the
racket and them.
The racket was in here, but never talked
just time pulling at his strings,
sagging as if a smile hanging upside down.
We have been in here a while,
don't know how long, we just
chat about the fun times before.
So they told each other stories wondering
what it would have been to be the other.
Laughing and joking at the possibility
of either hit by a boot or floating so high
in the air, as if they'd never hit the ground.
Time passed and one day the family all
came to the shed, older than before.
Oh my gosh, I remember you guys..
Mum, I found the beachball, oh my gosh
he's still got his kitty plaster on...
They pumped him up and he went in to
the air, he could feel the heat of the sun,
and it felt right again.
They grabbed me I was a little shrunken,
And the boy now a man, oh my gosh..
I thought I lost you, they pumped me up.
He did tricks with me, on knee head and
foot, wow he's got better as time passed.
Then racket came out with tennis and his
sister, what shall we do with these,
Oh' no they thought are going to end up
in the trash.
But they saw racket tightened his strings,
and then the yellow siblings where smacked
against the wall, they smiled at the noise and
the feel of Racket upon them again.
The sun was beaming and everything felt
like before. But then they were put into
the car with other objects, a vase slightly
chipped, but beautiful anyway.
Books, with folded pages, what stories
they could tell us, another time anyway.
We traveled a while, hearing noises
outside, And handed to another,
don't worry we'll find them a new home.
We were put on shelves, price tags stuck
to us, we were left behind pieces that
others didn't want to throw away.
But finding us a new home, racket and the
twins were first to go,
at least they weren't separated.
A new face taking them home cuddling,
holding them tight, a home was found.
Then it was beaches turn, a little girl with
her mummy, she saw the kitty plaster and
was smitten. She threw him in the air
i could see him smile at the thought of
once again being thrown again.
Me I was the last, I was asleep didn't even
realise that I'd even been sold.
Rudley awoke to a foot in my face.
what the, and I could feel the air between
my fibers, I could see children and more
of me being kicked around.
I was among others as laughter and glee,
as we were kicked and thrown, it felt like
home again, not the one before but a new
one I was inflated and gliding between posts,
back of the net, and out again.
Home is where ever you feel needed,
and never let yourself feel deflated as
we are all useful in our own way.
I have to go as I have fourteen children
chasing after me, and there I go.
boot to me and in the air, I fly again.
