the baseball bat is a beautiful thing

even stationary or leaned on waiting

in the batter’s box warming

but in full speed swinging

it’s aerodynamic power is blazing

like a phallic rod of lightning

ash, maple or hickory bound

the sweet spot sound

devastates the mound

then it’s dropped to the ground

after the homerun pound

like a phallic-coming crowned

bat beauty in turned grains

a weapon of play

for the glory day

using talent and your brains

please don’t be juiced

Sam, don’t be corked

that’s a femme fatale

so swing ’em, Babe

and whack ’em, Cal

kiss ’em like a dame

slug ’em sweet

love ’em honest, Pete

the big stick’s your phallic fame