The Best Poem Ever

i just read the codso it's about a guy who doesn't swing at a baseball a couple of times, and then he does and misses and bumps everybody out. And like every one, this is how things went in the 19 hundreds. This isy favourite poem ever. Yet i'm going to keep bringing this up. There are two different towns in america that claim to be the real mud. O town suck. Why do you want to be this beat shity down?