Mr. November

by Kat   Aug 31, 2005


“The Yankees’ Pride”,
So we say,
“He is the greatest,
As of today.”

Are singles, and doubles,
And triples, and homers,
Really all his own?
It’s as sure as the spring clovers.

Dressed in Pinstripes of Navy Blue.
He steps up to Home Plate.
While all of his fans gasp,
He gets Full Count, Not great.

The ball is pitched, He fouls it off,
He keeps us in suspense,
Another pitch, another foul,
Fastball from the bat into the stands.

Yet, who could this man be?
Who could this describe?
The One, The Only,
Mr. November, Our Derek Jeter.

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