Mickey Mantle Poem

I am looking at the pitcher who is looking at me,

what pitch he is going to throw I can not see.

A great pitcher he is, may even be the best,

but both he and I know I’m better than the rest.

The pitcher gets the sign from the catcher that he likes,

in hopes that his pitch will make it three strikes.

Pitch me a high fastball that is what I want,

he might give me a low curveball so I may bunt.

A fastball would have been a huge mistake,

I would have hit it over the fence into the lake.

Around the bases I would trot with the fans screaming,

a great game it is, the other team we are creaming.

That homerun I just hit is one of many to come.

Homeruns come easy for me but they don’t for some.

I hold many records in the field and at bat.

I’ve done many great things while wearing this Yankee hat.

The fans have been great, they keep me inspired

as I touch home plate and pass the umpire.

Heads up Hall of Fame here I come to stay!

I have to retire because I’m old and my hair is gray.