Monster at the Bat

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The Series was dead even.
The games stood three and three.
The final game would tell the tale
Of whom the bast would be.

Eight innings on, our team was flat.
The Demons had their way.
The score stood three to nothing
With one inning left to play.

When Frankenberg went swinging
And Dragon did the same,
A sadly silence fell upon
The fans there at the game.

Fair-weathered few departed.
The rest stayed where they sat,
Hoping that Great Mongo
Would get one more whack at bat.