Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE SONNET OF A PLAYER, by WILLIAM A. PHELON 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 jokeand, 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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOWYOUBEENS' by TERRANCE HAYES MY LIFE: REASON LOOKS FOR TWO, THEN ARRANGES IT FROM THERE by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: THE BEST WORDS by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN CANADA IN ENGLISH by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA THERE IS NO WORD by TONY HOAGLAND CONSIDERED SPEECH by JOHN HOLLANDER AND MOST OF ALL, I WANNA THANK ?Ǫ by JOHN HOLLANDER A FOOL THERE WAS by WILLIAM A. PHELON |
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