A sore loser

When I was a child, I wasn't a good sport at losing.

I took a bat to the winning team and I gave them a good bruising.

The coach was so mad that he took a swing at me but I ducked.

I then hit him in the crotch with the bat and he was out of luck.

I would get pretty sore when I didn't win.

From that day on I was forbade from playing baseball again.

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This is a fictional poem

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