What a swing, and what a whack,
Everybody's thunderstruck.
What a resounding thunderous crack,
LOOK-OUT, EVERYBODY DUCK.
Hit the deck incoming pine,
Watch-out on the on deck spot.
Ponderosa shrapnel so sharp and fine,
What a fastball, that kid's got.
Slowly everybody looks around,
End of the bombing run.
Everybody up off the ground,
We got eight more innings of solid fun.
4/7/12 Alton Texas
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