Full Count

©1995 Susan Noyes Anderson, Fan

“You’re out! You’re out!
Strike Three! You’re out!”

“No way. Ball Four!
Ball four!” I shout.
“What are ya, blind?
Inside and low!
Honest. I swear.
It grazed my toe!
It hit my toe,
then bit the dirt.
I’ll take my base.
Leggo my shirt!
You made a bad call!
Tell the truth.
If that’s Strike Three,
then I’m Babe Ruth!”

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