America's Pastime

America’s Past Time
Baseball is the best
No other can compare
Not many people can play
True ballers are rare
Sometimes there’s bad calls
That can turn into bench-clearing brawls
You hope to get a good hit
That does not end up in another player’s mitt
When someone hits one out
We gather around the plate to scream and shout
When I throw the third strike
I tell the batter to take a hike

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2 years ago

I like how your poem rhymed. It had great, snazzy word choice.