Play Ball Poem by Matt Mondschein

Called my pals today
asked them
Do you want to play?
What? they replied
the greatest game invented
I'd say
you know the one founded by
Abner Doubleday
we strolled
languidly
to the church yard
base paths were worn down to earth
paper plates
were bases
weighed down
with rocks
the boisterous siren
blew
we cussed at it
we carried on, with no supper
Oh! how we did play and play
the greatest game
on earth
that day