"Home Run"

End Rhyme Poem

"Home Run"

I'm at the plate and the umpire makes the call.

I swing my bat and hit the ball.

It flies so far out to the wall.

I hope the center fielder is not too tall.

As I am running, I hope I don't fall.

Right now home plate looks so small,

But as I get closer, I can see it all.

I score, but I am so tired I walk off like a rag doll.