The Seventh Inning

(to Emerson Lake and Palmer's "From the Beginning")

Our batters need hit assist
They’re swinging so blind
No base can they find

Can’t wait for a swift conclude
I think of innings ahead
I’d rather be bled

A flattened fizz

I feel a stretch near
I’ve a reason for cheer
The seventh inning.

Tortures me all the same
And what was that throw?
I’m hoping for snow

The weather is fun in sun
But fun’s been recalled
Another strike out is called

I drink my warm beer
Time to motivate rear
The seventh inning.