A Baseball Constanza
Tim made his way to play home plate,
a smile now brightened wide his face,
good blow and he would be on base.
His team now trailed, the innings late,
a home run might help tie the game,
and pay him wee degree of fame.
Ball came across fast low and straight,
It made him move away from zone,
the slider hitting plate well thrown.
With new grin he took time to wait,
bat made dirt fly away from spikes,
took second strike the pitcher likes.
Tim needed chew his bite was great,
wad gave his teeth some jawing time,
with chew, Tim gave ball distant climb.
7-12-18
Tim made his way to play home plate,
his team now trailed, the inning late.
Ball came across fast, low and straight,
with new grin he took time to wait.
Tim needed chew, his bite was great.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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