This Will Take Balls
The bases needed sweeping
As the end was drawing near
Buns and weenies waving
As Fans swilled down their beer
The crowd jumped to their feet
As Macy went to bat
And while walking to the plate
To everyone he tipped his hat
The sound of the cheering
Shook the ground and filled the sky
And even reached the ears of people
On the street, just passing by
It was the bottom of the ninth
Macy needed one more run
The crowd got super serious
And put away their fun
No more giant foam fake hands
Fingers pointing to the sky
No more crunching cheese food nachos
Even babies didn't cry
If a pin had dropped that day
It would not have made a sound
'Cause even pins, have respect
When baseball comes to town
Now the pitcher gripped the ball
Knuckles taut and turning white
While Macy raised his bat
He never held the thing so tight
The pitcher pitched the ball
And with Macy’s mighty swing
It might have torn the cover off
If he had hit the thing
Besides the swoosh of the bat
And the thud made by the ball
The only other sound we heard
Was when, the umpire made the call
Strike One ! He yelled out loudly
As Macy stood in disbelief
His fans up in the bleaches
Now, over come by grief
The crowd still stood silent
As Macy grabbed some dirt
Rubbed it in his hands
Then wiped it on his shirt
His posture slightly hunched
As he leaned towards the plate
With tobacco in his jowl
Turned his head and winked then spate
With words of encouragement
Shouted from his peers
Would have made a weaker man
Break down, into tears
The pitch came in like lightening
As the bat sliced through the air
Macy had the swing
But the ball just wasn’t there
Strike Two !, were the words
That shot out through the air
As a roar came from the crowd
And some yelling, “That’s not fair”
There were those who started booing,
While children’s eyes filled up with fear
And ladies on the benches
Shared a hanky for their tears
That’s when Macy took his hat
And pulled the brim down cross his eyes
As clouds began to gather
And darkness filled the sky
The pitcher held the ball
Tight up against his back
His eyes squinted slightly
As he planed out his attack
Macy with the bat,
Was tapping on Home plate
Then raised the bat up to his brow
Prepared to seal his fate
The pitcher’s, arm a blur
As the ball sped on its way
And the rumors still live on
Up until this very day
So, I’ll let you write the end
If you haven’t any doubt
Did Macy hit the ball ?
Or did he merely just strike out
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