Three Strikes and you're out in that Yankee version of our children's game of Rounders, I believe.
Well, the Flecker has had me down twice, and I'm still here-so, one more and you are down and dusted you hybrid, parasitic, cowardly crawling piece of CRUD.I'm gussied up like my beloved Suldog
I'm swinging my bat or is it arms?)
I'm aiming at your centre
I'm coming to get you
Fleck off.
or
have I mixed my metaphors...
does the pitcher or the batter make the strike?
Who is winning...it or me.
How should this have been written? [it was done at 3.20am]
Help me out Jim...
anyone?
