Who's On First

Sebastian said Dim Whitty,
So as to make this funny
I asked the coach and said
"Honey...Who's on First?"

Coach said eYes!
And I got that part. Write.

Costello asked for the bat
Said he loved the game so
Coach gave him That.

Confused as can be, he swung
it round almost hitting me!
But missed he did when he
hit his own head and said...
that he still couldn't see.

Man wears a bowlers cap.
Indeed.

Who drops the ball so the
runner goes two seconds and
then to thirds. I don't know,
that's just what I heard as
I skirted around to base 3.

“Run Forrest, Today is
catching me!” I heard the
ball cry as it flew on by, hit
by the Bat to be Cause!

I Don't Care said I Don't Know
and so, the game was ended.
Short Stop got an attitude.

..... but I like the game .....
I said to Coach, rename them
in the field. I'll take that bat
and his hard felt hat and we'll
see what a girl can yield.

Who's on first
sWhich two seconds and
What is replaced on 3?
Lefty's out in a field and Why?

Be Cause, the center is Hers
I said, How, Tomorrow can't
throw and Today knows nothing,
it's beyond my comprehension.

New Batter is up and Again I
mention... It's Time Two play.

With. A Team called Woman.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Pickett Avatar
July 18, 2009 at 7:42 PM
I am not a baseball fan, but a sports fan... I like the spin and enjoyed the read friend.....:JP)
Devonshire Avatar
July 18, 2009 at 1:23 PM
What a great take on the "Who's on First" routine! You had me laughing throughout the entire poem. Another gem from our beloved dizzy Miss Izzy! Love, Carolyn
Gumbo Avatar
July 18, 2009 at 12:43 PM
<3
Gumbo Avatar
July 18, 2009 at 11:57 AM
and reagarding wow, I simply don't play it, so I couldn't vouch for the riddle. :)
Gumbo Avatar
July 18, 2009 at 11:50 AM
wow Charma... this wasn't so personal as that dear. Just a poem about a funny ballgame but thank you so much for the comment. I'm sure the Coach loves her and like.wise. ;) Regarding games of the heart... there never are any.
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