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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EFFIGY OF A NUN (SIXTEENTH CENTURY) by SARA TEASDALE THE OLD VICARAGE, GRANTCHESTER by RUPERT BROOKE THE LAST POST by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 48 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SYMPHONY IN YELLOW by OSCAR WILDE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE AN UNANSWERABLE APOLOGY FOR THE RICH by MARY BARBER |