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Array ( [sid] => 42012 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Little Swinger [time] => 2004-04-06 12:45:36 [hometext] => Don't crow til it's go [bodytext] => He looked absolutely great as he walked up to the plate
Swinging bats around his head just like a pro,
You'd of thought he was a man, with his little swaying can,
All the mothers in the stand thought it was so.

For his size, he had a sneer which looked something like a leer,
All the baby girls about gave him some sighs,
And the more that they would pout, and the more that they would shout
Added sparkle to the twinkle of his eyes.

There goes one and it's a strike, Announcer called it on the mike,
A sound so low you hardly heard came from the crowd,
There goes two, it was a ball, The temperature began to fall,
Announcer called it on the mike but not too loud.

Wow-o-wee was number three..a strike it was as one could see,
What you heard the crowd exclaim was more a growl,
And he swung at number four..he struck out..the crowd was sore
And the noise that you did hear was one big howl.

The moral of the tale, is so old that it is stale,
You may look real well when walking up to bat,
But unless you make a hit, there's no pity, not a bit,
Be prepared is what I say..and that is that. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 55 [informant] => norm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => dedicatedpoems )
Little Swinger

Contributed by norm on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 12:45:36 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems



He looked absolutely great as he walked up to the plate
Swinging bats around his head just like a pro,
You'd of thought he was a man, with his little swaying can,
All the mothers in the stand thought it was so.

For his size, he had a sneer which looked something like a leer,
All the baby girls about gave him some sighs,
And the more that they would pout, and the more that they would shout
Added sparkle to the twinkle of his eyes.

There goes one and it's a strike, Announcer called it on the mike,
A sound so low you hardly heard came from the crowd,
There goes two, it was a ball, The temperature began to fall,
Announcer called it on the mike but not too loud.

Wow-o-wee was number three..a strike it was as one could see,
What you heard the crowd exclaim was more a growl,
And he swung at number four..he struck out..the crowd was sore
And the noise that you did hear was one big howl.

The moral of the tale, is so old that it is stale,
You may look real well when walking up to bat,
But unless you make a hit, there's no pity, not a bit,
Be prepared is what I say..and that is that.




Copyright © norm ... [ 2004-04-06 12:45:36]
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Re: Little Swinger (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 12:55:11 PM AEST
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Echoes of Casey at the Bat:
Somewhere men are laughing
somewhere children shout
but there is no joy in Mudville
Mighty Casey has struck out

I can't top that. I can picture your little slugger though, Norm. Nice work.
Stitch


Re: Little Swinger (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 12:59:22 PM AEST
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The moral of the tale, is so old that it is stale,
You may look real well when walking up to bat,
But unless you make a hit, there's no pity, not a bit,
Be prepared is what I say..and that is that.

So true! a great write (more of a cricket man myself!)

wildejohnny.


Re: Little Swinger (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 02:02:33 PM AEST
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Great timing, since we are all celebrating opening day at the stands! This reminds me of the big sluggers as well as the lil' ones!
(oops it didn't rhyme) Sorry my friend! :-)
Angel always... godspeed my friend...joni


Re: Little Swinger (User Rating: 1 )
by Ilhar on Tuesday, 6th April 2004 @ 02:07:57 PM AEST
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great write

Shari


Re: Little Swinger (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Wednesday, 7th April 2004 @ 03:14:43 AM AEST
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'twas opening day for the Cardinals, Montie's team...........they all struck out......and that's all he will say about that!
If I was Montie, the Cardinals I would can!
They act so great, but come in late.....I can't even stand to go to their gate.........but Montie loves the Cardinals, loyal fan is he.
This poem is just great, as great as baseball you can see!
consue




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