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===In Literature=== | ===In Literature=== | ||
Crabs poet Laureate Runolfio Peeper wrote the following poem about Loser's most famous game: | Crabs poet Laureate Runolfio Peeper wrote the following poem about Loser's most famous game: | ||
− | <br /><blockquote>The score was tied, and the time was dire</blockquote><blockquote>When Kennedy Loser grabbed his bat.</blockquote><blockquote>We shouted his name, a chaotic choir,</blockquote><blockquote>As he rose from the dugout and doffed his hat,</blockquote><blockquote>He took a step, tripped, and fell down flat.</blockquote><blockquote>And at this sign, we all sighed and knew</blockquote><blockquote>This game might never end, and also that</blockquote><blockquote>This man was a loser, through and through.</blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>The inning was twenty, the hour ticking down,</blockquote><blockquote>And Kennedy wiped his hands on his pants.</blockquote><blockquote>He minced to the plate, his face in a frown,</blockquote><blockquote>He tested his swing and his feet did a dance.</blockquote><blockquote>He stared at the pitcher, awaiting his chance,</blockquote><blockquote>Then, just incredible! He tumbled to!</blockquote><blockquote>He had fallen again, and lay there askance.</blockquote><blockquote>This man was a loser, through and through</blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>There were two outs, and a man on first base,</blockquote><blockquote>As Kennedy pushed himself to his feet.</blockquote><blockquote>Our hopes were dismal as he took his place,</blockquote><blockquote>And everyone said he looked slightly beat.</blockquote><blockquote>He stood like a stone; felt the first fastball’s heat,</blockquote><blockquote>“Strike one!” We all heard. And then a “Strike two!”</blockquote><blockquote>He looked gone and lost, like he couldn’t compete;</blockquote><blockquote>This man was a loser, through and through.</blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>A double spillover? We looked at the clock.</blockquote><blockquote>Kennedy readjusted, tense but unbowed,</blockquote><blockquote>And met the next pitch with a titanic knock.</blockquote><blockquote>The ball raced away, disappeared in a cloud,</blockquote><blockquote>And Kennedy turned and spoke to the crowd</blockquote><blockquote>“Ask not what Mother Crab can do for you!”</blockquote><blockquote>Then he rounded the bases, beaming and proud.</blockquote><blockquote>This Loser a winner, through and through.</blockquote><noinclude>[[Category:Rumors]]</noinclude> | + | <br /><blockquote>The score was tied, and the time was dire</blockquote><blockquote>When Kennedy Loser grabbed his bat.</blockquote><blockquote>We shouted his name, a chaotic choir,</blockquote><blockquote>As he rose from the dugout and doffed his hat,</blockquote><blockquote>He took a step, tripped, and fell down flat.</blockquote><blockquote>And at this sign, we all sighed and knew</blockquote><blockquote>This game might never end, and also that</blockquote><blockquote>This man was a loser, through and through.</blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /><blockquote>The inning was twenty, the hour ticking down,</blockquote><blockquote>And Kennedy wiped his hands on his pants.</blockquote><blockquote>He minced to the plate, his face in a frown,</blockquote><blockquote>He tested his swing and his feet did a dance.</blockquote><blockquote>He stared at the pitcher, awaiting his chance,</blockquote><blockquote>Then, just incredible! He tumbled to!</blockquote><blockquote>He had fallen again, and lay there askance.</blockquote><blockquote>This man was a loser, through and through</blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /><blockquote>There were two outs, and a man on first base,</blockquote><blockquote>As Kennedy pushed himself to his feet.</blockquote><blockquote>Our hopes were dismal as he took his place,</blockquote><blockquote>And everyone said he looked slightly beat.</blockquote><blockquote>He stood like a stone; felt the first fastball’s heat,</blockquote><blockquote>“Strike one!” We all heard. And then a “Strike two!”</blockquote><blockquote>He looked gone and lost, like he couldn’t compete;</blockquote><blockquote>This man was a loser, through and through.</blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /><blockquote>A double spillover? We looked at the clock.</blockquote><blockquote>Kennedy readjusted, tense but unbowed,</blockquote><blockquote>And met the next pitch with a titanic knock.</blockquote><blockquote>The ball raced away, disappeared in a cloud,</blockquote><blockquote>And Kennedy turned and spoke to the crowd</blockquote><blockquote>“Ask not what Mother Crab can do for you!”</blockquote><blockquote>Then he rounded the bases, beaming and proud.</blockquote><blockquote>This Loser a winner, through and through.</blockquote><noinclude>[[Category:Rumors]]</noinclude> |
Revision as of 15:25, 1 September 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.