Historical couplets
Whack, Whack It’s another home run
Forget about calling him star let’s just call him a sun.
He’s hit fifty four in a single season
In the sunny and warm, in the cloudy and freezin
He’s a home run epidemic
Some one get this guy a medic.
He’s burning the charts
There falling apart.
His pays larger than the presidents
His house is huge but he and his wife are the only residents
He started as a Boston but now he's a yank
He now has enough money to fill his own bank
It’s the World Series in 1923
When Ruth helped start history
He whacked the ball into the stands
This was caught by one of those lucky fans.
He did this not once but twice
The power of his hit was so precise
This settled the game two to four
His face was all over the news once more.
When he decided to quit
They counted his big hits
They counted seven hundred fourteen
The fans started to scream
A record was set
This caused people to fret
When would a new star appear?
And to ask if this time is coming near.
-By Zachary Mayes
Age 12
Monday, August 3, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)

No comments:
Post a Comment