Published March 2, 2011
Baseballs fly at your head
By: Adomis76
The batter was standing, as the boy pitched.
The boy on the mound stood tall with the ball.
The ball came at his head, he ducked and twitched.
It was really fast to the boy now looking small.
Faster than a rocket he hit the deck.
Now shaken, got up and tried to keep cool.
The pitcher he noticed grimaced to check.
Now, the batter felt like he was a mule.
The pitcher got ready again, and shot.
The batter ducked dodging the screaming ball.
He got up, glared, feeling like a fried pot.
Coaches, screaming firing call after call.
Flaming baseballs represent speed, (uh oh)
The pitch was fired… WACK!! Ready to go?
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