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Dec 2022
The slugger swept the bases
his swift run for home past third  
blew away the dusty traces
his teammates had stirred.

She precisely whisked flour
with oil, eggs, and spice
but played til such a late hour
she had to mix it twice.

The coach signaled a sacrifice fly
but he wanted to slam it
not a martyr kind of guy
so he hit a homer ******!

You might want to make dough
but you’d have to prove the matter
to get your fund and asset to grow
don’t forget you’re mixing a human batter.
Thanks to William J. Donovan https://hellopoetry.com/u850906/ and his poem, “Love is Hate is Love" https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4663899/love-is-hate-is-love/ for the inspiration for this tongue in cheek attempt to play on the final line of his poem.
Glenn Currier
Written by
Glenn Currier  M/DeSoto, TX
(M/DeSoto, TX)   
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