L’Arte de la Guerrero

by Stu Shea

Sgt. Vladimir is waiting on the bench

To use his bat to dig a six-inch trench

So he can swing at pitches

He otherwise can’t reach

Using bats, or brooms, or switches

Kicking up both dirt and beach.

Sgt. Vladimir is hacking at the ball

And driving that hard sinker to the wall.

He hit it off his shoe tops

And drove in a pair of runs.

He’s more focused than a Cyclops,

And he’s having much more fun.

Posted 8/6/07


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