THE LOVE SONNETS OF A SON OF SWAT.
I.
Take it from me, this Single League's shine,
My heart got batted from the box to-day;
For when we met, the dope says right away:
"She bats .300 on the Peaches' Nine."
I'd draft her now, if I thought she would sign
And help me divvy up a season's pay.
I pitched this at her, but my grandstand play
Went wild. Says she: "No bush league dub for mine."
Take it from me, this Single League's shine,
My heart got batted from the box to-day;
For when we met, the dope says right away:
"She bats .300 on the Peaches' Nine."
I'd draft her now, if I thought she would sign
And help me divvy up a season's pay.
I pitched this at her, but my grandstand play
Went wild. Says she: "No bush league dub for mine."
Say, she's the big league kid, or I'm a skate;
For every time I come up—zip, like that,
She shoots those lamps of hers across the plate,
And I strike out, like Casey on a bat;
For when she curves one over from those eyes,
"Three strikes and out" is just about my size.
For every time I come up—zip, like that,
She shoots those lamps of hers across the plate,
And I strike out, like Casey on a bat;
For when she curves one over from those eyes,
"Three strikes and out" is just about my size.
II.
Speaking of curves, say, on the level, Bo,
She'd make Waddell look like a dinky-dink,
And Eddie Reulbach's straight without a kink;
For she's all curves from neck four feet below—
Out-curves and in-shoots, all there in a row.
Compared to hers, Ed Plank's are on the blink.
If Hughey Jennings sees her, I don't think
"Wild Bill" next year will get a chance to show.
Speaking of curves, say, on the level, Bo,
She'd make Waddell look like a dinky-dink,
And Eddie Reulbach's straight without a kink;
For she's all curves from neck four feet below—
Out-curves and in-shoots, all there in a row.
Compared to hers, Ed Plank's are on the blink.
If Hughey Jennings sees her, I don't think
"Wild Bill" next year will get a chance to show.
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