Thursday, November 20, 2008

my ah-mazing poetry skills

The Baseball Player

All dressed up in his maroon and his black,
He knows how to play, he know how to act.
His height is not tall, but he is not short,
He plays on a field, and not on a court.
He starts to practice early in the season,
The teammates think of it as a treason.
His average is a horrible stench,
So horrible it puts him on the bench.
Playing varsity in his freshman year,
I think it was ‘cuz the coach saw his beard.
Now this is the end, of this boy I tell.
As he plays with the boys, I wish him well.

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