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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: | ||
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+ | 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. | ||
+ | </poem></blockquote> | ||
+ | |||
+ | <noinclude>[[Category:Rumors]]</noinclude> |
Revision as of 21:04, 7 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.