The Coaches Favorite
A sport is a sport
No matter what you play
Just don't think
It's any safer today
The mind may be rejected
For keeping one on the bench
While a coach plays his favorite
Striking out thrice, while the rider of the pine
Smells the whiffer and his stench
He mumbles to himself
Just give me a chance
For I'll nail that ball to the outside wall
'Round them bases and touch 'em all
So when you need me
I'll be ready to play
Go a head play your favorite
I'll be patient and be your hero one day
poem by Matt Mondschein
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