Da Baseball
Da Baseball.
The team was at home
But not so I.
The train had rolled for many a mile.
I observed many a smile.
The subway was not to make my day.
It smelled, oh that way.
The home team was expected to win.
But all I could do was spend.
The other team put a man on first, I began
to suspect the worse.
With a thirst the batter batted, the pitchers
pitched and I just bitched.
The organ sounded, the home team grounded.
I thought the gates to be well rounded.
The final pitch hit the bat the crowd said
Oh rats.
The baseball went beyond all as they scorned
and looked forlorn.
There was one thing we all rather doubted,
The last man was out
Copyright © John Hardison | Year Posted 2016
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