Streaming poem

I began to film the basketball,

When the opportunity to stream broke through the wall.

I ruled the gym,

Until somebody wouldn't let me in,

The Coach yelled at him.

I hid my things in the hall,

Where people who had the gall,

Could smash them on the wall.



Once he kicked me out,

I didn't want to pout,

So I kicked his hind,

Clear out of my mind.

The system, I redesigned.

After our little bout,

The grump and I were devout

About taking different routes.



I did my bidding,

And received an incredible rating

Our video was good, albeit blurred,

But, "Around the country," I heard,

"Viewers loved me" was the word.

I had a vast following,

And it seems I had found my calling,

Streaming people who are basket-balling.