It was hot
like a batch of cookies
just taken out of the oven
“Baseball season has started up,”
bellowed the ump,
as my team and I
took the field
I was on the mound
ready to go as many innings
as possible
Little did I know
the ump was as bad
as a rotten tomato
The game was over
man we stunk
we lost seven to ten
in the end
It’s alright, it’s ok,
we’ll beat them next time
anyway