Poet & You Know It

It was looking Rather hopeful for our Mudville team that day:
We were leading Norris 6 four to two with an inning left to play.
We got High Ball on a grounder and Devils Rainbow on the same,
Some would say they were a no show on this day.
Two down, none on, top of the ninth - we thought we'd won the game.

Norris 6 was despairing, and we grinned and cheered and clapped.
It looked like after all these years our losing streak had snapped.
And we only wished that Cubin B. the little skinny ugly lout,
Could be the Patsy who would make the final, shameful out.

Oh how we hated Cubin B, He was a blot upon the game.
Every dog in Sacramento barked at the mention of his name.
A bully and a braggart, a cretin and swine-
If Cubin B came to bat, We'd stick it where the moon don't shine!

Two out and up came Pool Boy to bat, with Lunch Money on deck,
And the former was a loser and the latter was a wreck:
Though the game was in the bag, The Mudville fans were hurt
To think that Cubin B would not come and get his just dessert.

But Pool Boy got a single, a most unlikely sight,
And Lunch Money swung like a lady but he parked it deep to right,
And when the dust had lifted, and fuckle fate had beckoned,
There was Pool Boy on third base and Lunch Money safe at second.

Then from the Silencer and Professor XXX throat, there rose a lusty cry:
"Bring up the slimy greaseball and let him stand and die.
Throw the mighty slider and let him hear it whiz
And let him hit a pop - up like the pansy that he is"

There was pride in Cubin B visage as he strode on the grass,
There was scorn in his demeanor as he calmly scratched his A$$
Ten thousand people booed him when he stepped into the box,
And they made the sound of farting when he bent to fix his socks.

The Tortoise's fable slider came spinning toward the mitt,
And Cubin B watched it sliding and he did not go for it.
And the umpire jerked his arm like he was hauling down the sun,
And his cry rang from the box seats to the bleachers: Stee-rike One!

The Silencer and Professor XXX raised such a mighty cheer,
The pigeons in the rafters crapped and ruined all the beer.
"You filthy ignorant rotten bastard slimy son of a beatch,"
We screamed at mighty Cubin B, and then came the second pitch.

It was are Hero's Tortoise's fastball, it came across the plate,
and according to the radar, it was going at least 8mph
And according to the umpire, it came in straight and true,
and the cry rang from the toilets to the bullpen: Stee-rike two.

Then the Mudville pitcher stood majestic on the hill
And Leaned in toward the plate, and then the crowed was still
And he went into his windup, and he kicked, and let it go,
and then the air was shattered by the force of Cubin B's blow.

He swung so hard his hair fell off and he toppled in disgrace
And the Professor XXX the Mudville's catcher looked in his glove.
With Cubin B's prostrate in the dirt he realized he put that one over the fence.
We threw wieners down at Cubin B, but that could not wipe off the smile on his face.

With Cubin B winning two in a row
The Professor XXX and the Silencer out to know
When their Tortoise throws the ball
The Norris 6 will always use a round house kick to win the show.