Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Foul Ball (A Poem)




With two strikes and down by five
You'll swing at anything just to stay alive
So the batter swung when the ball was thrown
Even though the pitch was clear out of the zone
He hit a hard foul straight toward the seats
Where all of us fans stood cheering on our feet
Now I noticed a girl not watching the game
So I shouted aloud just as the ball came
But on this day she was shit out of luck
Because I said heads up when I should have said duck






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