(Un)Befuddled

The world likes baseball, I am sure,

And loves their teams, famed or obscure,

But what of those who don’t partake?

Well this should help thwart a mistake:

Baseball bat:

This is a wood or metal bar

That, like the ball, can fly afar.

Foul ball: 

For just a moment you don’t quit,

Because you think, I got a hit!

Babe Ruth: 

A player who was really great,

One (who they say) was overweight.

Right field: 

A quiet place where only you

Can sit and watch where flowers ‘grew’.

Right Field (also):

Until you hear a clang, Oh No!

And someone shouts, “Look out below!”

Fly ball: 

That moment when the sun (it’s said)

Drops a boulder on your head.

Shortstop: 

Has mostly ground balls, so you’ll thrive,

And thus, this ballgame, you’ll survive.

Line drive: 

That point where something whizzes through,

And you bid your shortstop days adieu.

Innings: 

How long it is before snack time,

Divided tidily by nine.

Pro Athletes:

Play games and practice vanity,

Speak their language. And profanity.

The world of baseball can befuddle,

And leave you in a murky puddle.

Now, aren’t you glad you stopped today,

So we could take your fears away?

Mondays do get knocked a lot,

With poetry, we three besought,

To try to make the week begin,

With gentle thoughts--perhaps a grin?

So Jenny and Delores, we,

Now post our poems for you to see.

And when you’ve read what we have brought,

Did we help? Or did we not . . .

And next week in our neighbourhood,

We tackle 'feet'. It will be good!