You play first base, I'll play second,
I will leave it up to you - - -
Between shortstop and third - - -
one way or the other,
seems right!
Danny pitches,
at least we all agree on that.
Left and center, figure it out - - -
right is the wrong field - - - until the game is on the line!
And then, there is the batting order !
Oh yes, why am I batting last? ? Hopefully, I'm not missing something here, for once I commented on a poem about tea cups and saucers that put me right in the middle of an afternoon delight. Very enjoyable once I realized where I was at. But baseball/softball I think I know.........listen to your coach for SHE knows where you belong....I don't know if this matters or what it might mean to this poem but I'm the pitcher (on a ladies team) or second base is my place (on a mixed team) , whatever the coach thinks best, batting line up I bat 6th. I enjoyed this poem, you caught the fever of where every one plays! Enjoyed your write, made me think of spring. All the best, Diane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why do I think you're not exactly talking about Baseball...and be careful...I hear Danny has been known to throw a mean curveball.... Hugs, Dee