by Hilary Barta
If a batter stays cool in the box
He’s a grad of the school of hard knocks
Leaning in on the plate
Means his chin has a date
With a thousand unnatural shocks.
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Posted on 08/7/12
Published in Limerick, Players, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 3 Comments
Michael X. Ferraro wrote,
Mighty Barta steps in for his hacks
and he’s chuckling at all the brushbacks.
Crowding over the dish
A free pass is his wish
thus his helmet is riven with cracks.
Link | August 7th, 2012 at 6:54 pm
Hilary Barta wrote,
Thanks, Michael!
Link | August 9th, 2012 at 5:11 pm
Michael X. Ferraro wrote,
well done sir.
Link | August 9th, 2012 at 7:12 pm