A poem about pickleball

Dibs 

And the pickleballers took over the tennis courts
And the tennis players complained 
Louder than the handball players 
Who had their courts taken
Louder than the basketball players 
Who had their courts taken 
And the neighbors near such courts 
Who had their peaceful silence taken 
And the pickleballers 
Now more in number
Have quite the argument.

Even if you want to shoot your three-pointers 
Or you want to blast rubber rather than polymer balls over nylon nets 
There are more picklers
Then there are of you
So why shouldn’t they get first dibs

David O’Boyle is the author of children’s books, novels, and short stories, namely Transient Visitors: A collection of very tiny tales. Explore the bookshop!