Seats are bare,
So’s the court
Weirdly the air
Smells like a sport
On the ground
None of them make
Any sound
There are no
People cheering
People may think
They lost their hearing
The screen is
Pitch black
But soon the
People will be back
The court is
So clean
There’s no ref
Being mean
Buttery popcorn
Spilled
The seats where people
once chilled
The gift shop has
empty hangers
The food stand is not
Selling their clangers.