The Grand Slam


   Bam went the light.

We will not leave without a Fight.

The coach yells,

and off go the bells.

   The crowds roar,

and the light shone.

This was my zone.

I felt like a wild boar.

Ready to charge,

I grasped the ball.

I felt large.

  The lights were out.

There was no doubt.

We had won.

The other team felt like we had dropped a ton on their backs,

and were sorry for their acts.

What mattered most was that everyone had a good time.














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