Swing and a Miss
The half breed is here and didn’t leave.
He thinks he’s smart but none believe.
He hides and peeks and sneaks around.
He’s but a coward from underground.
Show your face and show your name.
Are you scared? Are you ashamed?
There is only three? You’ll need some more.
Lame attempt you get no score.
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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