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− | The score was tied, and the time was dire<br> | + | The score was tied, and the time was dire<br /> |
− | When Kennedy Loser grabbed his bat.<br> | + | When Kennedy Loser grabbed his bat.<br /> |
− | We shouted his name, a chaotic choir,<br> | + | We shouted his name, a chaotic choir,<br /> |
− | As he rose from the dugout and doffed his hat,<br> | + | As he rose from the dugout and doffed his hat,<br /> |
− | He took a step, tripped, and fell down flat.<br> | + | He took a step, tripped, and fell down flat.<br /> |
− | And at this sign, we all sighed and knew<br> | + | And at this sign, we all sighed and knew<br /> |
− | This game might never end, and also that<br> | + | This game might never end, and also that<br /> |
− | This man was a loser, through and through.<br> | + | This man was a loser, through and through.<br /> |
− | The inning was twenty, the hour ticking down,<br> | + | The inning was twenty, the hour ticking down,<br /> |
− | And Kennedy wiped his hands on his pants.<br> | + | And Kennedy wiped his hands on his pants.<br /> |
− | He minced to the plate, his face in a frown,<br> | + | He minced to the plate, his face in a frown,<br /> |
− | He tested his swing and his feet did a dance.<br> | + | He tested his swing and his feet did a dance.<br /> |
− | He stared at the pitcher, awaiting his chance,<br> | + | He stared at the pitcher, awaiting his chance,<br /> |
− | Then, just incredible! He tumbled to!<br> | + | Then, just incredible! He tumbled to!<br /> |
− | He had fallen again, and lay there askance.<br> | + | He had fallen again, and lay there askance.<br /> |
− | This man was a loser, through and through<br> | + | This man was a loser, through and through<br /> |
− | There were two outs, and a man on first base,<br> | + | There were two outs, and a man on first base,<br /> |
− | As Kennedy pushed himself to his feet.<br> | + | As Kennedy pushed himself to his feet.<br /> |
− | Our hopes were dismal as he took his place,<br> | + | Our hopes were dismal as he took his place,<br /> |
− | And everyone said he looked slightly beat.<br> | + | And everyone said he looked slightly beat.<br /> |
− | He stood like a stone; felt the first fastball’s heat,<br> | + | He stood like a stone; felt the first fastball’s heat,<br /> |
− | “Strike one!” We all heard. And then a “Strike two!”<br> | + | “Strike one!” We all heard. And then a “Strike two!”<br /> |
− | He looked gone and lost, like he couldn’t compete;<br> | + | He looked gone and lost, like he couldn’t compete;<br /> |
− | This man was a loser, through and through.<br> | + | This man was a loser, through and through.<br /> |
− | A double spillover? We looked at the clock.<br> | + | A double spillover? We looked at the clock.<br /> |
− | Kennedy readjusted, tense but unbowed,<br> | + | Kennedy readjusted, tense but unbowed,<br /> |
− | And met the next pitch with a titanic knock.<br> | + | And met the next pitch with a titanic knock.<br /> |
− | The ball raced away, disappeared in a cloud,<br> | + | The ball raced away, disappeared in a cloud,<br /> |
− | And Kennedy turned and spoke to the crowd<br> | + | And Kennedy turned and spoke to the crowd<br /> |
− | “Ask not what Mother Crab can do for you!”<br> | + | “Ask not what Mother Crab can do for you!”<br /> |
− | Then he rounded the bases, beaming and proud.<br> | + | Then he rounded the bases, beaming and proud.<br /> |
− | This Loser a winner, through and through.<br> | + | This Loser a winner, through and through.<br /> |
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Revision as of 15:53, 29 August 2020
In Literature
Crabs poet Laureate Runolfio Peeper wrote the following poem about Loser's most famous game:
The score was tied, and the time was dire
When Kennedy Loser grabbed his bat.
We shouted his name, a chaotic choir,
As he rose from the dugout and doffed his hat,
He took a step, tripped, and fell down flat.
And at this sign, we all sighed and knew
This game might never end, and also that
This man was a loser, through and through.
The inning was twenty, the hour ticking down,
And Kennedy wiped his hands on his pants.
He minced to the plate, his face in a frown,
He tested his swing and his feet did a dance.
He stared at the pitcher, awaiting his chance,
Then, just incredible! He tumbled to!
He had fallen again, and lay there askance.
This man was a loser, through and through
There were two outs, and a man on first base,
As Kennedy pushed himself to his feet.
Our hopes were dismal as he took his place,
And everyone said he looked slightly beat.
He stood like a stone; felt the first fastball’s heat,
“Strike one!” We all heard. And then a “Strike two!”
He looked gone and lost, like he couldn’t compete;
This man was a loser, through and through.
A double spillover? We looked at the clock.
Kennedy readjusted, tense but unbowed,
And met the next pitch with a titanic knock.
The ball raced away, disappeared in a cloud,
And Kennedy turned and spoke to the crowd
“Ask not what Mother Crab can do for you!”
Then he rounded the bases, beaming and proud.
This Loser a winner, through and through.