The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Huffy Puffy Banana Sundae Lover

I met a lady who liked to be known as Huffy.  Huffy was a fun girl to know and she really wrote nice cards to people on their birthday. One day Huffy met a Boston Red Sox player and he gave her an autographed baseball bat.  It was really neat and she loved it so much. So Huffy puffed on the bat and it started to dance. It was such a light bat that even a young girl like Huffy could swing it from ear to ear and shoulder to shoulder.  It swung like money and it looked like rain on the mountains.  I liked to hold Huffy's hand when she crossed the street, but when I started to get to know her, she insisted on swinging the bat when we crossed and I could no longer hold her hand.  But that was all good and fine.  I went my way and she went hers. One day in the future, I say Huffy again.  This time she had a new baseball bat but it was from the Seattle Mariners.  It looked beautiful and swung like the dinner bell rang in the month of May.  I liked her alot after that and she even let me hold her hand as we crossed some busy streets.  I hope I meet her soon in the bottom of the 4th inning at the Boston Dug Out, but that said, if we don't see one another, I am confident that Huffy will just be enjoying Banana Sundaes now and she will just choke up on the bat and swing only when someone mean comes across her plate.  Thanks!

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