Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TOO MUCH COUE, by WILLIAM A. PHELON First Line: The pitcher stood upon the mound Last Line: And then the maddened umpire spokeand gave them both the gate! Subject(s): Athletes; Baseball; Failure; Sports | ||||||||
THE pitcher stood upon the mound, And scowled upon the batter The pitcher murmured, "Here is where Mind triumphs over matter For every day in every way I pitch 'em all the faster I'll bring this slugger off his perch And fan him to disaster!" The batter glowered and shook his stick, And hissed, "I'll cool his ardor For every day in every way I hit 'em hard and harder! It will not matter if he throws A straight one or a fooler I'll smash it, and I'll drive this bird To hunt the water-cooler!" Envoi: They had each other buffaloedthe scene was hugely rich The batter couldn't lift the bat, the pitcher couldn't pitch And there they stood, in mystic thrall, until the hour grew late, And then the maddened umpire spokeand gave them both the gate! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPORT STORY OF A WINNER by GLYN MAXWELL WOMAN SKATING by MARGARET ATWOOD FISHING IN WINTER by RALPH BURNS CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH JACKIE ROBINSON by LUCILLE CLIFTON FOR THE DEATH OF VINCE LOMBARDI by JAMES DICKEY THE DEATH OF THE RACE CAR DRIVER by NORMAN DUBIE A FOOL THERE WAS by WILLIAM A. PHELON |
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