Fritterbatter

No one is more famous than Allo Wishis Who, with his bat, broke all 108 stitches Exposing a yarn ball, the leather fell fast Causing the fans, to rise, with a gasp Back in a corner lot, below Hamby Square Was a sixteen year old pitcher, Billy Baer Had a bad habit, of breaking wind Because of the force, he’d put on his spin He’d raise his knee, to meet his chest Then split the distance, with leg abreast Stepping off, to shoot the curve, as the ball would fire, from Billy’s nerve Up then down, he’d send them all back To the dugout they flew, every inning in fact Till at last as the sky, turned dark royal blue From out of the dugout, he came, tapping his shoe Score was tied, with one more strike to throw It was Allo Wishis, who succeeded a blow Breaking the pitch, and ball with ease Bringing the pitcher, right down to his knees Up on the shoulders, of everyone there Rode Allo Wishis, and Billy Baer Three hours after, everyone had gone home They received a call, that the ball, was a scone Seems that the bakers son, went home to eat Taking his ball, and leaving the treat But that didn’t matter, a ball or a tart They play again tomorrow, well, at least until dark