My Turn At Bat
I donned a uniform and wore a cap
and grabbed my only baseball bat
I walked and took my place on deck
From home plate a mere few steps
I took my turn at the plate
With butterflies an understate
As the ump used his broom
To clean the plate for strikes there soon
The pitcher was as if a pro
With a blazing fastball throw
That pushed the count to 0 and 2
And me not knowing what to do
I closed my eyes and took a swing
And the hit was a miraculous thing
With me there safe at first
As the king of the universe
I raced around and scored a run
And felt the best under the sun
Helping my team to win the game
As the fans yelled my name