First it was the eye.
Person didn’t matter.
Then you came along.
The ball was the batter.
Timing could be off.
The tone of the better
Superstition. No, scoff.
Mannerisms didn’t matter.
Pitches also break.
Kept my eye on the stitches.
Swing for god’s sake!
The whole-brain was in twitches.
It’s back back and away!
What a game this is.
Will it be safe to play?
The ball’s in hitches.
Go back and touch first base.
But you past second base already!
Too late you have to face
your date before going steady.
What kind of date is that?
I’m handsome and cleaver.
You’re irrelevant as a bat
in Plato’s cave forever.
Unscramble my eggs.
I took you to my ballgame.
My, you have long legs!
Wrong spot. Bad time. Lamebrain!
That was a scrambled time.
I was dreaming of a perfect night.
Even missed a hit in my mind.
Or a kiss or a tease or a fight.