Baseball

Strike one, strike two, strike three and you’re out,
but that’s ok kiddo there’s no need to pout.
oh please oh please stop your moaning,
I don’t want to end up like a coach always groaning.
You don’t have to worry there is a next time,
It’s not like baseball is a major crime.
If you want to practice at 12:00 o’ clock,
I will have to meet you at the seventh block.
Practice makes perfect so you better not stop,
Only if you get pulled over by an unusual cop.
That doesn’t seem so likely to happen,
As long as you don’t stop and have a nappen.
Well now lets begin the fun for today,
Remember to practice and not run away.
I believe in you that you will do good,
But if you don’t I know that you could.

By: Jennifer Nixon


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