Sweet

“Take me out to the ballgame,”
Caroline urged her beau,
and off they go;
Season tix.

All through the first six
Caroline screams
for the hometown crew.

Down by two,
but in inning seven
they score eleven!

Caroline stands,
sings
stretches arms to the sky.

So good,
So good,
So good!

9/365

A version of this poem first appeared on Bluesky. Whispered into the acoustic sensors of the sleeping dreaming android, it prompted the electric sheep to generate one more tomorrow…

© 2025 Greg R. Fishbone, generated by Niji as a derivative work of the poem, "Sweet" by Greg R. Fishbone