Play Ball

PLAY BALL So I’m behind the bleachers with Sue Ellen And we weren’t calculating batting averages And I says to her baby you’re my home run I’ve always dreamed about. I know about first and second base She said, but what’s third base? So I used the Abbott and Costello “Who’s on first” routine to confuse her. Between innings we had made some progress But I was anxious to clinch the game Before some pinch-hitter stepped in. I wanted to take the pennant. She hemmed and hawed and delayed Playing ball with me : what we had here “Was a failure to communicate” , And the home run seemed out of reach. Till there was a hush from the bleachers. Above us the voice, seeming of god, Instructed her as what to do. It said, “Play Ball !” That was my first turn at bat And the home run was delivered - As the crowd above cheered wildly, I believe, for me. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written for Debbie Guzzi's Contest "Play Ball"