No Blocking the Plate
It's a round ball with a wooden bat.
Take some time to swing with that.
Ninety feet will get you there,
From the lefty box (it's square).
Toward right, straight down the path,
Did you step up to take a bubble bath?
If you're moving on, you're making sense,
Leaving home towards that fence.
Now you're in the pitcher's crack,
It ain't stealing when it's taking back.
Now see, three, 60, round?
The same dimensions of the mound.
It does no good rattling the gate,
If you want to play sport, just grab a plate.
Chasing the diamond is a fool's errand,
So treat it as a verb and not a gerund.
The masked-man waits, Union his name,
Since there's no crying aloud in this game -
If there's ball in hand, no run and no dice;
No ball, no Union, then no breaking the ice.
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