Twelve Commas
I hit the ball, dropped the bat, and ran to first base;
Hit the bag, tripped, and was called out.
I got up, turned around, and got in the ump's face;
I gester, kick dust, and I shout.
He pointed at me, at the bag, and said son
You were out, hit the showers, now you're done
Mike Dailey 2/1/12
2nd place in contest
Copyright © Mike Dailey | Year Posted 2012
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