Maple Bat, Maple Bat

By Stuart Shea

Maple bat, Maple bat
Shearing off in two-foot slats.
Spirals through the air, and splat–

Maple bat, Maple bat
Got that fan right in the lat,
Then on the bounce, took out a rat.

Maple bat, Maple bat
Nearly deadly as a gat,
Sharp enough to skin a cat.

Maple bat, Maple bat,
Time to wear a different hat.
Put these weapons in a vat.


Posted 5/13/09

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