Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LOVE SONNET OF A PLAYER, by WILLIAM A. PHELON



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LOVE SONNET OF A PLAYER, by                    
First Line: Say, kid, d'you know, I just can't understand
Last Line: I'll kill three baseball scribes by monday night!
Subject(s): Athletes; Baseball; Language; Sports; Words; Vocabulary


SAY, kid, d'you know, I just can't understand
Why you get rattled over baseball slang?
Somehow or other, everything you read
Seems to have given you an awful pang,
And it ain't right. It ain't, upon the dead,
To have you read about my ivory head.
That head ain't ivory. That stuff's all a joke.
So help me Mike, my head is just as good
As your old dad's. Forget them guys that write
About my bean as concrete, stone, or wood—
If any geezer has an ivory dome
It is that ump who called me out at home!

No, and my arm ain't glass. Another joke—and, say—
What's that? Aw, must you fall for everything?
You say I must be half an angel, and
You want to see the feathers on my "wing"?
I'm goin' outa here! I wanta fight!
I'll kill three baseball scribes by Monday night!





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