Three Up, Three Down... Poem by Onyx Blake

Three up...
Three down....
Looking at my father coach...
Still a frown...

Three up...
Three down...
Cant pitch a stupid ball...
Belong in a gown...

Three up...
Three down...
Going to the town...
With a frown...

Three up...
Three down...
Got shot...
In that town...

Now my arm...
Can relieve pain...
Never have to pitch...
Two whole games...

Three up...
Three down...
Now he'll need someone else...
To where his gown....