A Manager's Act
Your cranium capacity must be peanut-sized.
From the game of baseball, you should be ostracized.
You acted like a clown when you threw your fit.
Did the umpire enjoy smelling your armpit?
You may not have agreed with the umpire’s decision.
However, that did not allow you to put on your exhibition.
The umpire’s word is final, and to it, you must yield.
That was no way for a manager to act on the field.
You were lucky they did not run you out of town.
The circus is the only proper place for a clown.
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