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Click hereWhy As a Boy He Stopped Writing Poems
"Get outta my way, Duke" Furillo said
To his center fielder chasing the ball
That flew between them and rolled to the wall
While Mickey stretching a two bagger sped
Past Pee Wee for three where Robinson stood
Ready for cleats when the Rifleman threw
A bullet that every Dodger fan knew
Would get there before Mickey Mantle would.
"That's all very good, Master Smith. But were
You to have done as directed, you shall
Have mastered iambic pentameter,"
Said Sister who didn't get it at all,
Nor a tense that made sense for that matter,
But Keats, I think, would've seen more than ball.
Excellent. Now either Vrojse or I should take you to the cricket.
while it is always a good tactic to put dumb words in someone else's mouth "That's all very good, Master Smith..." I feel it is a strong 8 line poem about the Dodgers, but a mediocre sonnet about I'm not really sure.
...paraphrase - "they fuck us up, our elders do." Many an aspiring artist of one kind or another has had his/her candle of inspiration snuffed unintentionally by a careless word. As has been said, it's a good thing yours wasn't.
Tess
a living, breathing, heart-pounding poem and crushed the very life out of it trying to fit it into a straightjacket. the poem - the boy
we are lucky the boy took up writing again...
solid 5