Schoolboy crews, six to a corner. You watch your turf, we’ll watch ours. Stickball on Mondays, break & run on Thursdays.
Overtures to girls come Friday.
In the park we knuckle up after dark, bring bruised cheeks to church on Sundays, too sore to compete with cheeky visitors at the match yesterday. But at least we keep teeth—it’s all for smiling again come Monday.
Cos we do it for all the birds.
