I watched a ballplayer
wave 'Hi' to the
cardboard cut-out fans
propped up in the stands
At first I thought
It's time to find
a new optometrist
Then I remembered
This year
Everyone has
20/20 vision
I dreamt of Babe Ruth
in Howard Johnsons'
lighted pool doing
the backstroke so brilliantly.
No bats lying around
anywhere. warm water
reflected dorsal pecs,
beautiful biceps, round
spiral muscles fanning
along so softly.
Finally finding the nerve
to say: Babe! your a
ballplayer; Sultan of swat.
Smiling at me timidly:
I'm a ballplayer and a
a swimmer. He replied
calmly gliding away.
A swan in the moonlight.
Madonna, her stage name
Pop artist, who easily gained fame
Intelligent? Oh, yes!
Acting prowess, dancing finesse.
Multi-talented ballplayer, with acclaim.
Written: 3-24-2019
Contest: Celebrity or Famous Person Clerihew
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
I'm warning you:
don't come weak
I'm telling you:
don't come lame
I play on the hard diamond,
so don't come with no softball game
I'm a hard-nosed ballplayer,
I don't mind some dirt being kicked in my face
'Cause I'm gonna come back hard charging,
and with fear that smug look is gonna be replaced
Natural born gritty truth-teller,
that's what I am, that's who I be
Step aside if you're in my base path;
if you don't wanna be in a world of pain,
then you better start doing the math
How much time do you have
before we collide when I get there
How much impact can you take
when I send you flying feet first up in the air
I play on the hard diamond,
so don't come with no softball game
I play to win every time always,
so take a number and state your name
Should I ever be down,
and it looks like for sure I'm gonna lose
There's no quit in me, no sir,
got a tough-as-nails ego that don't easily bruise
So take your best shot,
take your very best swing
Show me what you got
on this hard-to-hit offering
So take your best shot,
'cause you're down to your last swing
You've been losing a lot
to this flame throwing hard diamond king
In the exhibition game today
The Mets are battling the Yankees
I remember the early Mets
Kranepool and Hunt come to mind
Baseball defines this country
As it did in the movie "Field of Dreams"
I read in a men's magazine
that a ballplayer made it into a prestigious poetry magazine
The years come and go
A new season starts
Battle on O Mets
for your fans are legion
I'm sure readers out ther e
will
also
write
poems - possibly stories
about the
New York Metropolitans
Now I see
that
World Series time
has arrived
Seems to me that something
is missing there
The NY Mets
aren't in it
As a fan from their inception
I remember Mr. Stengel and Art Shamsky(Another Jewish Ballplayer - great)
Kranepool - who never quite lived up to his potential
but made a stout try at first
Banner day - a lot of fun
Holding up a sparkle strewn "We love the Mets" sign
After Ebbets Field
After Shea Stadium
there is now Citifield
Where the New York Metropolitans will
will take over the green fields
Onward O Metropolitans
Your multitude of fans
await your entrance
As spring comes
around again
It brings the scent of flowers
and a thousand, thousand fans - a great multitude
Hoping and praying
for a victorious season
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