The umpire’s call; “Play Ball.”
The Pitch
The crack of the bat!
The cry; Peanuts- Popcorn-Soda pop
The game has begun
The pitches will fly
The bases will load
The calls will come;
Fair, Foul, Out and Safe
The nines will do their best
To win for their side will be the test
In and out nine times; then to rest
At seven the crowd will stretch
Two innings to kvetch
The tension will mount
The umpire will keep the count
Of the calls the spectators will shout
“Get the Bums out!
The strategies played
The catcher and pitcher will talk
Back and forth they will walk
The umpire will give a sign
It is the bottom of the nine
A strike or a walk, if signals could talk
The last man at bat will he even the score
Not much chance to do more.
“Ya can’t hit, what ya can’t see.”
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