THE HOME RUN HIT

 
            “ WHAT IS THAT SOUND?” HE WONDERED
            AS HE CURIOUSLY CREPT DOWN THE HALL
            WHAT HE SAW IN HIS PARENT’S BEDROOM
            MADE HIM RETREAT, MAKE A 911 CALL

            “SOMEONE’S BREAKING IN,” HE SAID
            THE OPERATOR SAID,”HELP IS ON THE WAY.”
            “GET OUT OF THE HOUSE,” SHE URGED
            “PLEASE HURRY AND DON’T DELAY.”

            DOWN ON ALL FOURS HE CRAWLED
            INTO HIS ROOM FOR HIS BASEBALL BAT
            RETRIEVING IT, HE WENT DOWN THE HALL
            BUT NOT BEFORE DONNING HIS TEAM HAT

            INTO HIS PARENT’S ROOM HE CRAWLED
            STOOD UP, ALUMINUM BAT IN HIS HAND
            STEADIED HIMSELF BESIDE THE WINDOW
            WAITED FOR THE HOODED MASKED MAN

            THE WINDOW WENT UP, IN HE CAME
            AND THE YOUNGSTER WAS IN FULL SWING
            CRACK OF THE BAT, HOME RUN HE HIT
            KNOCKED OUT, THE BURGLAR GOT DINGED

            THE POLICE ARRIVED, PERUSED THE SCENE
            HANDCUFFED THE BLOODY, UNCONSCIOUS THIEF
            “RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES, WHAT A HIT!”
            “CRUSHED HIS SINUS CAVITIES! GOOD GRIEF!”

            “I HEAR HE’S LITTLE LEAGUE HOME RUN KING”
            “HE SURE HIT A HOMER TODAY!”
            “WHEN THE GUY GETS OUT OF THE HOSPITAL
            IN JAIL FOR RECOVERY HE’LL STAY!”

            THE BOY KNEW THAT HE HAD DISOBEYED
            BUT HE WAS PROUD OF WHAT HE DID
            ONE THING THE BURGLAR WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER
            IS THE SWING OF A TEN YEAR OLD KID