A Short Orioles Poem

[Saintbird]

Not sure how I feel about this one, give me tips if you can!

The pitch came in with such furious pace,
The batter just needing to get on first base.
The pitch swooped inside and a teensy bit high,
The batter steadily admired it with his thirsty eye.

Thousands of fans gasped as they saw,
The marvelous flight of this brisk fastball.
But they quickly sighed and mournfully turned away,
And realized that it simply wasn’t their team’s day.

The batter had struck out, the game was done,
They knew inside that they could have easily won.
The fans grabbed the programs resting ‘neath their seat,
And trudged on down to the vast Eutaw Street.

Everything in the park looked terribly gloom,
Even the stadium lights with their intensely bright bloom.
For when your team does not win, it’s not fun at all,
To be a fan of the great game called baseball.

But there is always tomorrow in this glorious sport,
Some come out to the yard and show some support.
For the O’s, the Orioles, the Why Not team,
A new era of hope lies with Buck’s regime.

[tinamodotti]

They knew inside that they could have easily won.

Flows better as something like They knew inside they might easily have won

Everything in the park looked terribly gloom,
Even the stadium lights with their intensely bright bloom

Small adjustments --

All the park shone with a terrible gloom
As birds quaked in the stadium lights bloom

[Saintbird]

They knew inside that they could have easily won.

Flows better as something like They knew inside they might easily have won

Everything in the park looked terribly gloom,
Even the stadium lights with their intensely bright bloom

Small adjustments --

All the park shone with a terrible gloom
As birds quaked in the stadium lights bloom

I really like those suggestions, very nice. Thank you!