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
troysherdahl 