Catapult Poise

boy on mound aims arm like cannon * not much more than simple planning

talks to catcher, winks at baseman * chews his tongue while “little manning”

snaps a rocket, hides his eyes * bounces tigger on his thighs

tells his coach he’ll get the prize * tries his best for no grand-standing

batter ducks, pretends it’s high * shows the fear that’s in his eye

Peter Piper dusts his pie * the fans in stands are so demanding

Then he throws a dart that curves * Makes the dirt of earth to swerve

boy with bat has rattled nerve * the baseball makes its landing

What does it take to pitch with ice * to scare the swinger’s posture twice

They say your pants must run with mice * to on that hill stay standing.

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