Me: Write a poem about a baseball game being cancelled, in the style of "twas the night before Christmas", with the opening line "Twas the top of the ninth"

AI: Twas the top of the ninth, the game was in play, Fans filled the stadium, eager to see the last inning sway. But the clouds stole the sun, and rain began to pour, A deluge so heavy, it soaked through to the core.

The umpire convened, and the coaches agreed, The game could not continue, all must concede. The bleachers cleared out, the players went home, And the scoreboard's lights, no longer shone.

The field that was ready, so primed for the fight, Now lies dormant, shrouded in night. But worry not faithful, for the game will be back, With new players and stories, in one giant pack.