Question

I look the pitcher in the eye...

Answer 1

I look the pitcher in the eye,
And most of them would rather die,
Than pitch against great me, the feared.
My home run stats are much revered.

The first two pitches are too high,
The next one makes the catcher dive.
The third however, is a strike,
I think, this pitch is one I like.

I swing the bat and slam the ball,
The fans start cheering, one and all.
This is one of the best home runs,
I’ve ever hit, the game is won.

I jog the bases, smiling wide,
The stands are radiating pride.
I am their favorite, there’s no doubt,
They all stand up to give a shout.

“You’re cut.” I’m what? That just can’t be,
I snap back to reality.
“You’re cut, now scram, get out of here.
You can’t play ball,” Coach said, and sneered.

He says I’m bad, perhaps he’s right,
He thinks I should give up, I might.
Oh well, I don’t care what he said,
I’m still the greatest in my head.
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Answer 2

i really like this your repetitive rhyme is really good<3

Answer 3

Thanks :)

Answer 4

no prob

Answer 5

Awesome poem, George. ;)