Ima Ryma

Catch / Drop - Poem by Ima Ryma

Here I am at the baseball game.
Dad is out with his infant son.
Leaving him home would be a shame.
I don't want him to miss the fun.
A ball is smacked into left field,
Coming right at me just as though
A made in heaven's fate's been sealed.
I gotta catch this - doncha know!
Holding the baby in one arm,
I stretch my other arm way out,
Nothing in mind of any harm.
This ball is mine. There is no doubt.

Too good - I did not drop the ball.
Too bad - the baby took a fall.

Topic(s) of this poem: sports

Comments about Catch / Drop by Ima Ryma

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (9/7/2015 1:16:00 PM)

    Humorous indeed
    Loved reading the poem
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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 7, 2015

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