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Aussies Don't Play Baseball
 
He doesn't understand your game,
his home is in Australia.
Beer and popcorn served together,
asking for a failure!
To him a dugout is a canoe
and 'curve' reflects a sheila's figure.
It must be hot out on the field at first base
and the visitors' score grows bigger.
'Strike Three!' calls the umpire, head-shaking by the digger.









By cherryk

© 2019 cherryk (All rights reserved)

 
This poem was written for the Ten Word Challenge,
10/10 Week*

This week's words:

Harvest - Equinox - Acorn - Foliage - Branches - Hues - Migration
- Growth - Frost - Gourd


* 10/10 Week - all ten words must be used in only ten
lines of verse.




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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Ten Word Take Me Out to the Ball Game (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Ten Word Take Me Out to the Ball Game (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Ten Word Take Me Out to the Ball Game (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - Ten Word Take Me Out to the Ball Game (challenge has been closed)


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