Disclaimer: I don't own any of the following: Hey Arnold!, "Casey at the Bat", the team name Dodgers or Braves. Things I do own: the plot.
Summary: It's "Casey at the Bat". Except...different. But, yeah, it's basically "Casey at the Bat".
A/N:I have baseball fever. I can't find my book that has "Casey at the Bat" and "Casey's Revenge", and I have worked straight through nearly every Braves and Dodgers game this season...except for the Braves game that came on right when the season finale of Ultimate Muscle was supposed to be on and then I was just so pissed...ooh, nearly lost the happy. Yeah, forgive my poem, please. It's actually based on a baseball game inside of a HA! fic I wrote, hated, and gutted...but I really loved that game I wrote. It's only a little different.
Helga at the Bat
Fans rushed to Geraldfield in vicious waves
The fifth grade Dodgers against fourth grade Braves
This major game for all Hillwood to yield
The prize: control of beloved Geraldfield
The game started with the most boring start
Come the fifth, the game developed some heart
Arnold and Sheena hit, Gerald too ran
With bizarre luck, Eugene hit a grand slam
Three outs were had, now started the sixth
Four homeruns had in just a few minutes!
The game became calm, and at the ninth's bottom
The score still tied, all needed was one run
"Lose this game," shouts Helga, "and you'll be dead!"
With a scoff added, "Double for Football Head."
But Arnold got on base, Sheena did fine
But Gerald got out, with Eugene behind
But Wolfgang was tired, looked like he'd fall
Rhonda got on base with the fourth call, "Ball!"
She stomped up to bat, no one looked wacky
For she was the Helga G. Pataki.
With five baseballs thrown, the count became full
"Alright," thought Helga, "no more time for bull."
Helga Pataki was going to fight
When that ball, came, she swung with all her might!
There were laughs had, but not by fourth grade
For their work was over, their glory fades
At Helga, all of them screamed, yelled, and called
If she hadn't swung, it would've been a ball!
Please review, even if it blows! Then I know stealing...I mean, reinvigorating poetry isn't my bag.
Summary: It's "Casey at the Bat". Except...different. But, yeah, it's basically "Casey at the Bat".
A/N:I have baseball fever. I can't find my book that has "Casey at the Bat" and "Casey's Revenge", and I have worked straight through nearly every Braves and Dodgers game this season...except for the Braves game that came on right when the season finale of Ultimate Muscle was supposed to be on and then I was just so pissed...ooh, nearly lost the happy. Yeah, forgive my poem, please. It's actually based on a baseball game inside of a HA! fic I wrote, hated, and gutted...but I really loved that game I wrote. It's only a little different.
Helga at the Bat
Fans rushed to Geraldfield in vicious waves
The fifth grade Dodgers against fourth grade Braves
This major game for all Hillwood to yield
The prize: control of beloved Geraldfield
The game started with the most boring start
Come the fifth, the game developed some heart
Arnold and Sheena hit, Gerald too ran
With bizarre luck, Eugene hit a grand slam
Three outs were had, now started the sixth
Four homeruns had in just a few minutes!
The game became calm, and at the ninth's bottom
The score still tied, all needed was one run
"Lose this game," shouts Helga, "and you'll be dead!"
With a scoff added, "Double for Football Head."
But Arnold got on base, Sheena did fine
But Gerald got out, with Eugene behind
But Wolfgang was tired, looked like he'd fall
Rhonda got on base with the fourth call, "Ball!"
She stomped up to bat, no one looked wacky
For she was the Helga G. Pataki.
With five baseballs thrown, the count became full
"Alright," thought Helga, "no more time for bull."
Helga Pataki was going to fight
When that ball, came, she swung with all her might!
There were laughs had, but not by fourth grade
For their work was over, their glory fades
At Helga, all of them screamed, yelled, and called
If she hadn't swung, it would've been a ball!
Please review, even if it blows! Then I know stealing...I mean, reinvigorating poetry isn't my bag.