Best Batter Poems

From outfield judging eyes await your plight, 
though sweat and stupor feign to your ruin.
Now pull up your trousers, cinch your belt tight...
glaring down from mound, pitch straight and proven. 

Blurred ball unleashed, pitcher's swift arm uncoiled... 
tho' bat be av'rage, the batter may not.
Cauldron-like...

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She comes to bat with the score tied three to three.
Staring out at the pitcher,
she goes into her stance, 
just hoping the ball will come over the sweet part of the plate.
Into her motion, the pitcher winds and fires.
Gathering all of her strength, 
her eyes...

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Pancake Batter Bessie
She makes flapjacks so fine
Avoiding corn syrup 
With Tabasco, liver and onions sublime.

We try to stop her 
But she is obtrusive and a ghost
Where we make our own batter 
We hide it with our toast.

For Bessie will take that batter 
And add extra...

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He stepped to the plate and spit on his han's.

   He spit doffing his cap to cheering fans.

      Gave his privates a scratch

         Spit another huge batch,

   ...

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Batter, batter swing that bat, hit that ball!
A roar goes up from the crowd.
The crack of the bat sends the ball soaring high,
To be caught in the right fielder's glove.
Excitement fills the air as the two teams battle on,
Relying on their skills and lady luck.

Umpires...

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When they call Batter Up, I fill with dread.

Back in the outfield I would rather be!

Pop ups, not Grand Slams, I hit instead!

When they call Batter Up, I fill with dread.

Don’t count your chickens. They’re already dead!

With bases loaded, it’s all up to me??

When they...

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My first poem you see
about how sweet I can be.
See my pretty dress?
Man I want to make a mess.
How'll I do it, can you guess?


By Jimmy Anderson for "Baby Babbles" contest...

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Batter up was the call from the Ump
 Up came a fellow who was quite plump
 The pitcher then threw
 Strike one!, then Strike two!
 He missed  the third ball and fell on his rump!...

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If baseball were life and 
innings were seasons,
I'd sometimes play the Center-
a neutral spot with few extremes,
time enough for Short Stop dreams.
Don't care to be First-
it takes too much ego
Second is always forgotten.
Three is definitely, surely out
evading the Third degree.
Right is that nev--er/ne--ver land--
a place...

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Let me lick the spoon
After you scrape the mixture
Into the cake pans.

Let me have the bowl
So I can lick the sweet streaks.
I will wash the dishes!...

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Batter bitter birdie's bum
Fry the fritter for the chum
Peter's picky peaky tum
Tummy crummy dummy dum-dum...

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I remember the day of my nine pitch inning.
Though it happened over forty years ago.
The day was hot, yet cloudy,very little breeze.
 
I went through my usual stretching and running.
The guys knew to leave me alone before the game.
The stadium was slowly filling, an early...

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So the better bitter batter wants a better bitter bat
But the better bitter batter baker wants to break his cat
'Cause the badder batter baker bakes the better batter's bats
While the better batter's biggest brother balks at all of that.

So the bitter batter's brother bakes a...

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Jill’s Better Batter Apple Pie
(Children Story)

Jack loved apple pie
Jill said, Oh my
It is your birthday, I’ll
Bake you a big apple pie.

For a starter Jill used 
Eggs, milk, sugar and flour.
It took her one hour
She tried to mixed a 
Better batter ,
And in the oven it...

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A
Soldiers
Silhouett
In black granite
Has
Found
A place
To call home
In Battery
Park




The Korean War Veterans Memorial
Located In Battery Park   N.Y...

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