Candace Johnson

(March 27 1995)

Home Towns V. Cross Towns


Joey's up to bat
Wearing his dodgers hat

The pitcher winds up the ball
And then does a little stall

The field is filled with a tense silence
Every-one's getting ready to break the alliance

But the pitcher throws
And CRACK away the ball go-s

Faster and faster pass the cars
Higher and higher it went to the stars

Home run for the Cross Town team
All their faces start to gleam

It's just what they needed to win
Home Town V. Cross Town, nine to ten

What a close game
The Cross Towns are sure to go to the hall of fame

'Good game, good game, ' they say
And then go their separate ways

Submitted: Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2010

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