“Ball at the Mall” by yours truly
Stress ball, stress ball, I’ve squeezed you so much that my pallor doth pall.
Sometimes it’s so much I want to bounce off the wall,
But instead we will go to the mall.
Stop your bouncing on the escalator so I don’t fall.
All in all the crowds at the mall enthrall, but sadly my chances are small.
Yet I will resist deflowering a wall to avoid having someone make a police call.
And have doctors put me in a padded cell, where I would yell.
Anyone could tell that sulfur smell and know it was hell.
Stress ball, stress ball, who am I trying to impress ball?
Methinks I’ll have something to confess ball.