Best Hitter Poems

we must consider 
he bad become bad hitter 
a bitter quitter 

How is that for a Horn Haiku...

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There was a player on our team we called Rick
            He hit third and was really a great stick
    When on the bases, he made strange faces
And always thought that he...

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I had to be much bitter,
Sure of the two The Fitter...

Away hours he'd fritter
On some spot steady sitter,
Never chats ends with Rita,
Engulfed in things that glitter
Fears of what in me bitter
I could betray as a hitter,
Peter dropping like litter
And never picking him up
An "I shan't...

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