The Tricky Game

Set on the lane, blinded by their wears

They hop and leap like restless frogs,

With croaking echoes trailing behind.

They keep jumping while their minds turn deaf to caution,

No teammate pulls them back to gather their sense,

No mirror shows them what the game has shaped.

Even their shadow mock them in funny gestures

Bodies tied to the rhythm for control

All because they crave the bubbles of nature's joy.

So they dance to the tune without pause,

While audience hoots with rolling laughter

Watching shadows perform louder than the players

Indeed, it's a funny game,

A twisted art of turning humans to frogs,

Tricky, yet strangely fresh with fun.

©️Asmau's pen 🖊