Golden Balls

Red Chevy truck comes passing by,

with gold balls hanging bouncing

in the sky.

Truck zooms around all cars

without a care.

Golden balls wagging

in the air.

Now I heard of a comedian

talking of these “golden balls”

on stage,

She said “Why is “gold balls” all the rage? ”

Guys real balls are ugly enough,

looking at them hanging outside

a car or a truck

makes you shiver inside,

I think I would rather look at

something else when I drive.'

Written by Christina Sunrise on April 7,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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