THE sacks were full, the Babe was up— The anxious myriads heard The story of his glorious deeds— The radio buzzed and whirred. "The pitcher shoots a speedy curve— The Babe is set to swing— Now, children, bed-time story's here— Buzz, zizzco, zam, jam, zing!" The ticker says a strike was called, And, breathless, one and all, We wait upon the heavy fate That guides the next pitched ball! "The pitcher's winding up, and now He hurls with mighty speed— The dry cause, brothers, well enforced, Will meet the nation's need———" With maddened shrieks, the waiting throng Break for their various cars— The radio might just as well Be planted out in Mars! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIOLET by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE LOOK by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNET ON HEARING A THRUSH SING IN JANUARY by ROBERT BURNS LINES WRITTEN BENEATH A PICTURE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WARNING; SUGGESTED BY THE CHRISTIANA (PA.) TREASON TRIALS by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL ON THE FLY LEAF OF A FRIEND'S BOOK by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE TWO SONGS AFTER HEARING THE WAGNER STORY-BOOK: 2 by HILDA CONKLING |