April 1st, 2014

Shakespeare, Will

NATIONAL POETRY MONTH: April Fool, Ogden Nash, and Baseball

Celebrating the silliness of April Fool, the seriousness of poetry, and the silly seriousness of baseball, I present an Ogden Nash poem on the national pastime.

You Can't Kill an Oriole

Wee Willie Keeler
Runs through the town,
All along Charles Street,
In his nightgown.
Belling like a hound dog,
Gathering the pack:
Hey, Wilbert Robinson,
The Orioles are back!
Hey, Hughie Jennings!
Hey, John McGraw!
I got fire in my eye
And tobacco in my jaw!
Hughie, hold my halo.
I'm sick of being a saint:
Got to teach youngsters
To hit 'em where they ain't.

--Ogden Nash

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