With the sensual swirl and clustered
curls of her wild, wicked whirl
Of hair, the wanton white witch
stood on the mound ready to hurl;
The saucy wench went into a
windup most sultry and seductive,
Her voluptuous goddess-like physique
flamed as a volcano eruptive;
She fired a cutlass-like curveball,
ready to slice into the lion’s soul,
And the ball sang through the air
like a Siren, quite out of control.
There stood Aslan the Amazing,
the spectacular baseball star,
He royally dug into the batter’s box,
ready to hit the ball far;
Then, the Spirit spoke: “If you gaze
at her fair face, you shall be undone;
Through Truth, unmask her sickly soul,
and the battle shall be won!”
Clutching his bold, brave bat, he crouched
like a catapult ready to spring,
Then, as he humbly surrendered to
the Spirit, he took his first swing.
His bat flashed around like lightning
and filled the crowd with wonder,
And as the ball hit his bat, there was
the sound of crackling thunder;
Filled with chastity and purity,
he crushed a laser-beam home run,
And gently trotting around the bases,
he was as radiant as the sun;
When he was in the near occasion
of sin, Aslan was on his guard,
And that’s why he’s now strolling
down Championship Boulevard.