Go, Lovely Throws
after E. Waller
(an baseball outfielder in praise of his throwing arm)
Go, lovely throws,
tell him who wants celerity
that now he knows
how old and stiff he seems to be
who’d stretch a double into three,
Or the glib youth that dives
Or claims TY Cobb was too effete:
Though your speed derives
From my tri-ceps-growing steroid cheat,
You’ll nail him by a good two feet.
Wide is the girth
Of lard-ass--who should be retired--
who’s wondering the worth
Of finding out if you’re really wired.
Show your low, straight line, why I was hired,
Then pop in the glove!
Show him and all that you were made
For a far tougher love:
To put in his skipper’s mind a trade
Of him who’s wondrous overpaid.
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