Hello all, time for this weeks Rhyme and Treason. This week, we have "Casey at the Bat." However, the poem is much too long to post the whole thing, so only the last stanza is included. So try and remember it's about baseball, and have at it!
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing, and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville -
readygo
...when the Mighty Papelbon strikes you out.
ReplyDeleteSorry. I had to. It's not even that creative. I do believe that once last year, I had a blog entry that ended: "There is no joy in Mudville. Bog Papi has struck out."
errr... BIG Papi. I should go to bed.
ReplyDeletewhere the whole town smell of trout...
ReplyDeleteI got nothing...
....Casey's steroids test's in doubt.
ReplyDelete....David Wells gave Casey gout.
....Donald Fehr's a blowhard lout.
....Casey fouled one off his snout.
Oh screw it, I like my first one best.
- all the folks know it's a dud ville:
ReplyDeleteIt's a Nowhere that can only boast a single traffic light.
Okay I pinched the idea off your post on Cooperstown. But... what do I know about baseball? Zippity zip.
The peanuts and beer have run out....
ReplyDeleteFrom within the closet, mighty Casey has come out...
- all the folks know it's a dud ville.
ReplyDeleteThere's no Wal-Mart and the only traffic light in town's gone out.
Version 2. I'll try and get it right first time, next time.
But there is no joy in Mudville -
ReplyDeletewith hearts so full of doubt.
Oh Casey turn this game around the faithful crowd had cried
Oh Casey rise to the occasion, a thousand lips had sighed
And a thousand dreams were answered as that ball cracked o'er the field
And Caseys right to run was won and Mudville raised the shield.
(Do they win shields in baseball?)
Whatever, whichever - people deserve a happy ending.
The mighty Casey left with the Red Sox scout.
ReplyDelete