Mike's poem yesterday was really inspiring. So I came up with a short one about Vince carter.

                                                                   His Name was Vince

                                                                   He was once a prince

                                                                  He was Half-Man, Half-Amazing

                                                                  He wanted to be King

                                                                  But they did not let him

                                                                  Because sir Carter was very prim

                                                                  As such he was unsatisfied

                                                                  But he never ever cried

                                                                He heads to the Valley of the Sun

                                                                And prepares to run

                                                               That championship ring becomes more elusive

                                                               His arrival all the more exclusive

                                                               Yet the Sun will rise

                                                               With all eyes on the prize