It's going, it's going,
Yesssss, it's gone,
To the bleachers in right field.
He hit it a ton,
Good and long,
It's headed for beer belly Bill.
He raises his glove,
And he zeros in.
But he's a wee bit out of shape.
That ball just caught him on the chin,
Tape measure homer,
Bandage and tape.
4/7/12 Alton Texas
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I would like to translate this poem
love it... grew up dreaming of playing centerfield!