Classic and Contemporary Poetry
VERS LIBRE OF BASEBALL, by WILLIAM A. PHELON First Line: The veteran stands forth and swings a bat Last Line: "get outa here!" Subject(s): Athletes; Baseball; Competition; Sports | ||||||||
THE veteran stands forth and swings a bat Tremendous. Horrendous. Yea, it might e'en be styled portendous. Loud rolls his welcome through the gratulating crowd, "Hit it, old boywe're with you, and we know Your awful blow Will knock the pitcher tottering from the slab Into some taxicab Bearing him from the field to some cool spot Where managers intrude their faces not, And the slow gurgle of the beer Gives happiness, relief, and cheer." The veteran bows low, and pounds his bat Upon the plate. Comes a sardonic call: "Aw, do not hit the plate, you Mesozoic pelican, but hit The ball!" He glares upon the pitcher, and his ash Meets the hurled leather with a fearful crash. Is it a homer? Nope. A little foul Right in the catcher's mitt. Hark to the howl That rises: "Antiquated mutt, Back to the Zoo! The monkey-house claims you! Your usefulness departed ere the golden time When Uncle Anson entered on his prime! Get Outa Here!" | 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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