THE PERFECT POEM

In baseball theres the perfect game,
No hit runs or walks the pitcher may,
Sit in the dugout alone so the other,
Players don't jinx him it must be,
A very lonely feeling and when,
Last out is made the pitcher jumps,
Up with joy with all his teammates,
And crowd goes wild.

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The  poet like the pitcher sit,
In his or her room alone wanting ,
to write The perfect poem with,
words that sound like Shakespeare,
The poet like the pitcher hopes the,
Reader will love his poem and jump.
for joy when thay read the perfect poem,
All poets would like to stand on the stage,
Read there poem aloud and the poet, 
Hopes the crowd goes wild when thay,
heard THE PERFECT POEM.