"Strike One!" said the ump

who seemed like a lion

With the odds on the tall one

I moved out of the dreadful box

I stared at the stiff bat

Then I looked over the battlefield

As I stood in the ozone,

the sweat dripping from my earnest face

I looked at the tall one's painted smile

Too good

The tall one curled and threw

the growing ball

My reaction was too quick

for the twirling devil

I made contact,

but the ball went toward a chanting fan

The next pitch hit the bat hard

A shocking sound

The devil cried

The ball sailed smoothly, like a ship

Then fell down into the cave behind the green monster

We won