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IN THE PARK GRAND SLAM

Poetry By: Orion Michael Prince
Romance



DID YOU KNOW EAST GERMANY HAS PRETTY GIRLS TOO?


Submitted:Oct 5, 2011    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


THE IN THE PARK GRAND SLAM
BY
ORION MICHAEL PRINCE

A STRANGER ON A BUS, A CAPTIVATING WOMAN PIZZA NOT CRUST, POSSIBLE FRIEND TRY A MUST
TRULY MADLY DEEPLY, WE ARE IN A SAVAGE GARDEN, LOVE IS NOT A DEMON SO GO AWAY JAN ARDEN
DO YOU BELIEVE THIS IS COINCIDENTAL MEETING, SECRETS I NOT KEEPING, IS YOUR DOUBT FLEETING
NOW THAT YOUR BACK IN THE ATMOSPHERE, A CUTE DOE DEAR, UR CAPTAIN HAS ARRIVED I AM HERE

THE URBAN ANGEL, STARS N SPANGLES, AN ETERNAL FLAME, A ROARING TIGER BANGLE
WOULD IT NOT BE A PITY, IF YOU LEFT THE CITY, AND NOT ALLOW THE ROARING LION SEE KITTY
I AM THE TRAGICALLY HIP POET, THE WORLD WILL KNOW IT, THE WAY I LIVE I DON'T SHOW IT
EDDIE MURPHY IS COMING TO AMERICA, FOR JUST ONE NIGHT, MAY I STOP N STARE AT YA

WITH THE ARMOUR OF ZION, I AM THE LION, YOU CAN CALL ME MICHAEL OR ORION
JANINE JANINE A PRINCESS TO QUEEN, ARE YOU NOT, EVERY KINGS FANTASY N DREAM
DRINK WINE TILL THE DEW IN MORNING, A NEW PIECE OF GROUND, FRIENDS EXPLORING
I AM ASKING GRASS STAINS N GRASSING, IN THE SUNS GLORY, SHALL YOU BE BASKING

A NERVOUS GIRL AND A NERVOUS BOY, IN THE FLESH, I AM THE TROJAN OF TROY
HOMERS ILYIAD I AM THE MAN FROM ATLANTIS, LETS WALK, AND AVOID SMITTEN GLANCES
YOU PISS ME OFF AND ILL GIVE YOU A PUSH, IN THE ARMS OF ORION, YOU WILL MELT TILL MUSH
KISS THE BUM N GET YOUR PRINCE, OVER THE THRESHOLD, LIKE THE POEM CALLED FOOTPRINTS

THE BASES ARE LOADED, AND MICHAEL IS AT BAT, HE WAVES TO THE CROWD AND TIPS HIS HAT
SHE WINDS UP AND LETS HER RIP, SOFT N SWEET, THE BALL FLOATS LIKE A QUIVERING LIP
EXUSE ME MISS THAT PITCH I CAN HIT, I CAN'T RESIST, THE SLUGGER MOVES IN FOR A KISS
HE TAKES HIS STANCE, ITS A GAME OF ROMANCE, HE MAKES HIS MOVE HE TAKES A CHANCE

WITH HIS RIGHT HAND HE SHOWS HIS POWER WITH HIS LEFT SHE MELTS LIKE A WITHERED FLOWER
WITH A CRACK OF THE BAT A HIGH FLY BALL WAY WAY BACK IN THE PARK OFF THE HIGH WALL
BATTING A 1000 ROUNDING 1ST A SLIDE INTO 2ND LIKE A VIRGINS BIRTH 3 BASES 2YRS WORTH
THE CENTER FIELDER DROPS THE BALL THE 3RD BASE COACH SAYS GO TO 3 RD OUT LOUD SHE DOES CALL

SAVOUR THE MOMENT, HOMEPLATE IS GLOWING, WUNDERBARS MADCHEN IS WORTH KNOWING
THE CENTER FIELDER HAS A RUBBER BAND, THE ANNOUNCER CRIES, IT'S A IN THE PARK GRAND SLAM
MICHAELS AND HIS ANGELS WIN 4 TO 3, IT WAS ALL BLURRY, BUT HE ENDURED N SWAM THE SEA
THE MASTER IS HOME, MINDS ARE BLOWN, MICHAEL IS THE MVP TO JANIN HIS THOUGHTS KNOWN





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