A Poem Could Be Something Special

Onto his little prayers on the player's field in the century on earth, he felt in love at first, he grabs something to thirst like the bottle of regular Coke, he never smoke a thing or too, he never guzzle it and choke on his own tender throat, he never spit out his own loveable boat coming in there completed his moment, he didn't wear his summer breeze coat during the day like this and what, not a single swing of your bat in place,  he loves to clean his own  shaved face, it willing to be one tough ace, he can't go up onto the outter space himself alone, he wouldn't be holding his own breath in and out, he loves to sign many and dozen baseballs by his fans, he become the specialized person he truly dream of right handed and left handed, he admitted his  own classical goal was and were, he meant his dream, he adores to be the best baseball manager coach in the world, he becomes the people's champ to put on your lamp to shine

Written by
Michael James Brindley
11-12-17