Mike Dailey Poet Rhyme

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

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Carol Sunshine Brown February 14, 2012 at 5:29 AM Congratulations on your win in Russell's "Tons Of Comma Fun" contest Mike. Love, Carol

Samual Ronthorpe February 13, 2012 at 8:08 AM Very good work. Congratulations on your 2nd place win in Russell's contest...................S.Ronthorpe

Joyce Johnson February 11, 2012 at 11:27 AM A great one. congratulations. Love, Joyce

Ralph Taylor February 11, 2012 at 7:56 AM Temper, temper, Mike. Congrats. Excellent piece. Enjoyed. Best to you and yours. Ralph

Harry Horsman February 11, 2012 at 3:20 AM well you certainly are not out, with this excellent rendering, mike, congrats. harry

Sara Kendrick February 10, 2012 at 5:11 PM Very creative winning work.Enjoyed reading this eve..Congrats..Sara

Dave Timperley February 6, 2012 at 2:26 PM I could see your anger but not your 12 commas! Dave.