by Hilary Barta
You just swung through his one-oh-two.
The ball’s a pea at one-oh-three.
But don’t ignore his one-oh-four:
You won’t survive the one-oh-five.
You just swung through his one-oh-two.
The ball’s a pea at one-oh-three.
But don’t ignore his one-oh-four:
You won’t survive the one-oh-five.