The end of the game,
The batter needs fame —
The pitch, the swing, the ball sings;

Blazing by,
The shortstops cry,
The crowds shocked;
An update:
Animal heading for home plate!

Holy hell, the runner expels
As he’s edified rounding third base.
He slides — an elephant trampled his face!

Homerun by K. Saitta
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