A Blue Ball

I found this, a ball, 

at the bottom of the stairs. 

I asked whose it was

but nobody cared. 

I put the ball in my pocket

for personal safe-keeping. 

But my pocket became wet. 

The lost ball was weeping. 

I said, “Don't cry little ball.”

As I patted its lump in my side. 

I know that you are feeling blue

but it is good to have a cry. 

Then it gave a loud wail

and wept for almost years. 

It cried and cried and cried

until it had no more tears.

Then ball quieted down

and let out a great sigh. 

It's tears ran my leg

just inside my thigh. 

So you see, dear teacher,

and students and those friendly, 

These are lost ball tears

and not my own pee.