The Error: A Baseball Sonnet
How do you post everyday?
Pulsonic Baseball Game image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA
The Error
by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole
I thought I had it in my glove,
The ball which white-streaked off the bat,
It curled, bounced bad, and hopped above
The place I stabbed my leather at.
Then three runs scored—that day we lost,
My weak left hand the win us cost.
Who can endure it everyday?
We try and miss the hig…