Biden At The Bat!!!

By: John “Butch” Dale

(written in honor of the poem “Casey at the Bat”)

The outlook wasn’t looking great for the Democrats that day;

The score stood 3 to 2 with but one inning left to play.

Then gaffe-prone Kamala dropped the ball, an error with no shame,

The MAGA crowd then roared with laughter…now 4 to 2 the game.

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A straggling few got up to go in sad and deep despair;

The wokesters faced much gloom and doom; defeat for them was rare.

They thought that if their Mighty Joe could get up to the plate,

He’s slam a homer that’s for sure, but now they had to wait.

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“The View” clapped loudly for dear Ol’ Joe, as did also CNN,

Whoopie, Joy, and Sunny, too, and the media–all Joe’s friends.

But within the snowflake multitude no joyous bells would ring,

There seemed but just a tiny chance that Joe would get a swing.

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But then Hillary beat out a single, to the wonderment of all,

And John Kerry, the Green Giant, tore the cover off the ball;

And when the dust had lifted, and the Dems saw what occurred,

There stood Lurch at second, and Crooked Hillary on third!

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Then from the excited liberal fans there arose a lusty yell;

It rumbled through the stadium, it rattled in the dell;

It knocked upon bleachers and the crowd no longer sat,

For Biden, Mighty Biden, was advancing to take a bat!

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There was ease in Ol’ Joe’s manner as he stepped up to the plate,

There was pride in Ol’ Joe’s bearing and a smile upon his face.

And when he heard those cheers, Ol’ Joe lightly doffed his hat,

No stranger in the crowd could doubt…’twas Biden at the bat!

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Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt;

Ten thousand tongues applauded when he wiped it on his shirt.

Then while the MAGA pitcher Trump ground the ball into his hip,

Defiance gleamed in Biden’s eyes, a sneer curled Ol’ Joe’s lip.

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And now the leather-covered ball came hurtling through the air,

But Ol’ Joe stood a-watching…in haughty grandeur there.

It whizzed right o’er the plate, just like a bat from Hell,

“That ain’t my pitch,” said Biden..”Strike One!” the ump did yell.

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From the bleachers, thick with Dems, there came a muffled roar,

Like the beating of the storm waves on a stern and distant shore.

“Kill him! Kill the ump!” shouted Pelosi from the stands;

And they just might have done it, but Ol’ Joe raised his hand.

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With a smile of utter confidence, great Biden’s visage shone;

He stilled the rising tumult and bade the game go on;

He signaled to the pitcher Trump, and again the ball thus flew;

But Biden ignored the pitch again, and the umpire yelled, “Strike Two!”

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“Unfair!” cried Bernie Sanders, “the ump must be a fraud!”

But one scornful look from mighty Joe, and the audience was awed.

Ol’ Joe’s face grew stern and cold, they watched his muscles strain,

They knew that Mighty Biden wouldn’t let that ball go by again.

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The sneer is gone from Biden’s lip, his teeth are clinched in hate;

He pounds with cruel violence his bat upon the plate.

Now Orangeman Trump he grips the ball…and now he let’s it go;

And then the air is shattered…by the force of Ol’ Joe’s blow.

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Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;

The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,

And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;

But there is no joy for Democrats–Mighty Biden has struck out.

– John “Butch” Dale is a retired teacher and County Sheriff. He has also been the librarian at Darlington the past 32 years, and is a well-known artist and author of local history.