WHEN all goes wrong, and when your dear old club Is getting belted all around the map, It's then you hand the manager a rap, And classify him as an awful dub. The pitchers may be flopping—the defense May be as feeble as a Chinese child, But still the fans, with raving accents wild, Will swear the manager should flee—get hence! And then the club recovers—plays great ball, Puts on an A-1, brilliant baseball show, Deals the proud leaders many a knockout blow— And looks like one good betting choice for fall— Then, people, don't you really think you've cause To give the manager your loud applause? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLD MAN by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER SISTER LOU by STERLING ALLEN BROWN LACHIN Y GAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE RAVEN; A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SPANISH FRIAR: 1-3. LOVE'S DESPAIR by JOHN DRYDEN MEMORY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE TO MRS. MARTHA BLOUNT (ON HER BIRTHDAY, 1723) by ALEXANDER POPE |