Friday, September 14, 2007

Five Little Pitches: The Chris Britton Bedtime Nursery Rhyme


This little pitchy was a single.

This little pitchy was low.

This little pitchy stole second.

This little pitchy was high.

And this little pitchy lost the ballgame, driving the runner home.

1 comment:

  1. Peas porridge hot,
    Peas porridge cold,
    Peas porridge in the pot
    Chris Britton can kiss my ass

    ReplyDelete

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