Play Ball

So exciting, I'm next, I'm next My turn up to swing, make that bat sing Don't think it gets any better than that Your chance at a home run to bring Oh No, they're switching pitchers She must be that NEW girl at school I have no conception or Clue... of her technique Wonder if those well defined muscular arms are any indication... That little girl don't appear weak Silently sweating in the dug out, listening to all my peers frantically shout, "That girls throw is like a tornado invader, It's been told she clocks off all the radar!" Her last season was historically undefeated All the batters were left feeling depleted Every rival team ultimately conceded I'm starting to feel a 'lil cheated "You there, Your UP", shouts the ump "Make sure to secure your Cup as you approach the mound, been told this little girls throw is faster than the speed of sound, "She'll leave you writhing in awful pain upon the ground!" The catchers mask is fastened in place Perspiration beads break out on my face My team mates expect me to place How can I lose to a girl, with grace I'll never be able to show my face "Play Ball", is called, "Strike One" This suddenly doesn't feel like fun Muffled shouts within the crowd "You suck", is all I hear quite Loud Her team cheers effervescently proud In a split second, Whiz," Strike Two" Our catcher falls back from the thrust Up in the air is his shoe, pretty sure I am threw If I don't hit the next one, it's a definite bust I think I even heard my grandmother cuss This last shot at bat will determine the game The scores are tied, no innings remain My palms are sweaty upon the bat as I get ready Oddly, I think that girl is pretty, as I hold my bat steady As the crowd is chanting, my breath heavily panting In the fastest whoosh I've ever Seen, " Strike Three" That pretty girl is now The towns Baseball Queen Yup, So it's a tie, and I'm not exactly sure why But at the pizza party tonight that shall follow After a big gulp and unusual pride swallow I'm gonna ask that pretty girl to Marry Me !