This guy can hit the ball, I know;
Hit anything you care to throw.
He hits to any field, and long;
And if you shade him, you’ll be wrong.
When he’s at bat, your nerves are frayed,
And, if the score is tight, afraid.
He is one dude who makes you tense,
Because there’s pressure you can sense.
The pitchers who rely on speed,
Who think their fast ball’s hard to read,
He eats alive with succinct ease,
So much so seems he likes to tease.
They say experience likes to teach;
The fence is now in easy reach.
© Richard Williams