I get cared for tenderly at first,
get dropped calmly into a rack with my friends.
The Killer grabs me and i get warmed up.
I take a stretch and head to the plate,
fly through the air in a couple of quick cuts
and then stop as I wait to attack the nemesis.
He skips through the air as I take a swing.
We collide in midair and he leaves the park
while I clumsily fall to the ground.
My job is done only until
the next Home Run.
I like that you used a baseball for the poem it was a good poem.
ReplyDeleteI like how you describe the batter as "The Killer"
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ReplyDeletethis is an awesome person you described it very well! good job!!!
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