the internationally un-famous budding poet has made a softball poem, with a teeeeny little bit of help from suyee. haha. ohwell. the last part sucks because i was getting lazy mwaha. what shall i call it. um..

take me to the ball game traning

eight in the morning
up so soon
glove and boots
gathered in my room

cap and cooler
a bite of bread
off to school with a
feeling of dread.

shoe bag swinging
put things down
captain shouting
with a frown

put on boots
and get moving
equippment, fences
softies fooling

tuck in shirt
put on cap!
run two rounds
to burn some fat

cool down 'cises
funky runs
throw some balls
then coaches come

short throws done
break time come
sweat and water
mixed into one

sets to do
things to finish
batting throwing
till we're diminished

fielding! batting!
another break
coaches screaming
hard to take

the dreaded words:
physical time
put on your weights -
its time to grind

run one round
do some crunches
run another
while coach watches

diamond pushups!
scissors and squats
softies panting; bunch
of dying lots

superman on the ground
superman flies
superman burning
mcdonald fries

catching breath
taking off shoes
foot on leg
yoga moves

concentrating
someone falls
jessie laughs and
captain calls

after yoga
no more rounds
coaches leave while
cooling down

keep equippment
pack up stuff
off to canteen no
hurry, no rush

ez-link in hand
wallet in the other
kick machine
machine shudders

machine wont take
ez-link card!
put in some coins and
machine farts

can clunks out
drink in hand
grin on face,
money lent

mother father
arrive in car
smelly stinky
waiting for a show'r

legs aching
arms throbbing
dump bag aside,
hear muscles sobbing

muddy things
put out to air
sitting waiting
for their next wear