WHAT cares the Dumb Belle for the baseball game? Aye, what to her are crashing three-base blows? She'll turn away just as the ball is biffed, And calmly start the powdering of her nose. She does not gaze upon the pitching stars, Not when she spies some other woman's hat— And if she asks a question of the game, She wants to know: "Why don't the umpire bat?" In the tenth inning, when the score is tied, She'll say she's tired, and wants to go, and then You leave, reluctant, hating woman-kind— And yet, you simp, you'll take her there again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWAN AND THE GOOSE by AESOP THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ELEGIAC SONNET: 44. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX by CHARLOTTE SMITH THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |