IN the 2016 World Series, two titans were at odds.
The Mocrats' best team and the Ublicans' best team both got nods ….
from their fans, and the reporters to ….battle for the prize.
It boiled down to one batter and one pitcher. That was no surprise.
[Each team had won three games. Only one game to go.
The winners of this seventh game would have Series Rings to show ….off.]
The batter was the most famous player …..for the Mocrat team.
But the Ublicans had a pitcher whose fast ball was...…oft' not seen.
The batter, Mighty Hilton, had many notches on her bat,
but Donump, a rookie pitcher, had a Super-Fastball which he often spat ….
The bottom of the ninth, one runner on base; Ublicans leading five to four.
Both teams had struggled mightily. The crowd called out for MORE.
It was two outs so far that inning against the Mocrats team.
Hilton stepped into the batter's box, her ears spouting steam.
But rookie Donump was not fazed as he tousled with his blond mop.
He'd struck out the last two batters, and felt his luck ….could not stop.
Hilton was a pro and seemed unflappable; she held her bat with ease.
She knew her team would win if, from her bat, a homer she could squeeze.
The fans were noisy in the stands; it was a sold out game.
All eyes were on the two players now. Would one win Series fame?
The first pitch, a curveball, was low and outside. Hilton let it pass.
"Ball One! " the plate umpired bellowed. Hilton stepped back onto the grass.
She eyed Donump, and for a moment she felt ….something unknown.
Could it be this young upstart would throw her off of her batting thrown? ?
Hilton stepped back into the box. Donump drew back and delivered.
"STRIKE ONE! " she heard behind her. And something (in her) shivered.
"Ok" she told herself. "Settle down girl. His smile will not last."
But then the next pitch blazed past her. "STRIKE TWO! " ["That was TOO fast" ……
Could she be losing her edge? Could her years of fame be ending?
The rookie pitcher wound up once more; another pitch he was sending.
A slider this time, but she kept her cool. Inside. "Ball TWO" was the call.
And he threw another curve. Hilton's eyes never left the ball.
She almost swing at it, but she didn't. "BALL THREE! " the ump yelled.
Hilton took a deep breath and thought: "The Queen of Swat cannot be felled! "
It was a full count: 3 balls,2 strikes; a ball would do, a strike would not.
Not "do" for Hilton or for the Mocrats or their fans. A homer she'd love to SWAT ……
......clear out of the ballpark.
Donump stepped off the mound, wiped his brow, nodded to the basemen.
Hilton stepped out of the box, tapped dust from her shoes, and THEN ……
….said to herself: "Go for it! "
The crowd was undecided what to do. Some roared. Most just stared ….wide-eyed.
The rookie stepped back to the rubber strip on the mound. Teeth bared.
Hilton pointed her bat at right field, then stepped ………into the batter's box.
The next pitch, a FAST fastball, headed towards Hilton's socks.
A MIGHTY swing. A mighty swing indeed she made. "STRIKE THREE. YOU'RE OUT! "
A hush fell over all the crowd. Most of the fans there were Mocrat fans.
Both teams and both players had played their best.
They'd supplied their public with months of the sporting zest.
BUT, today, under leaden skies, the Mocrat fans, with joy, did …….NOT shout.
Today, in Usville, a rookie won. Mighty Hilton had struck OUT!
(November 18, 2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem