In the Doggerel House 3

Some more verses on the writing and sporting life:

There are guides to Joyce all over,
They explain every name and cuss;
I wish there was some such book
To explain Pee-Wee Herman to us.
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A mender of posts made seesaws for a while,
Then at roulette he bet his whole pile;
He lost it all without a second glance,
He went from tinker to levers to chance.
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The critic said of an author,
“He can’t write a sentence that’s dull.”
So I read one of his books
And I find that opinion quite null.
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Behind the plate was one of the worst,
Passed balls would go by Mr. Cree;
They called him the Ancient Mariner
Because he stoppeth one of three.
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It was in her father’s library that Woolf grew up,
From books she was taught to think and be kind;
What children learn now in their parents’ den
Is how to fast forward and how to rewind.
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When Don Chapman used a bat filled with cork, 
He hit one that would have left any park or domer;
The report on that blast bore the title
“On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer.”
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We sent Eliot there, they sent Auden here,
It could be considered an exchange of favors;
If we made a trade now, there’d be a parade
So the poets could pass through waivers.
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The shortstop knew he was going home
When the fans yelled, “Send him down. He stinks.”
He was with the club for almost a week
And the only thing he caught was forty winks.
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Shaw ardently believed in spelling reform,
So he told everyone with whom he chewed the fat;
I don’t know why G.B. got so worked up—
I spell it r-e-f-o-r-m and let it go at that.
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Everyone on the air can be sued nowadays
So in the booth they watch every word:
“I think Johnson was just thrown out
Allegedly for trying to steal third.”
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Norman Douglas thought from their fans authors should get
Things like fish, erotic books, or cash to make them rich;
One of them smells, one tempts, and the other corrupts,
But I can’t say for sure which does which.  
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Players were once brought on like this:
“At halfback, number 32, from Ol’ Miss…”
But some teams now have to sadly state,
“At end, number 103692, from cellblock eight…”
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It is well to read Melville and Hawthorne,
The authors who used whales and sin for their matter;
We try to keep as far as we can from the former
And we can’t get close enough to the latter.
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My baseball stance was a novel one:  
I stood on the plate in front of the catcher;
I led the league in getting to first base,
Though I usually got there on a stretcher.
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Dunsany claimed he could write a story about mud,
And then he did just that for all the world to see;
I wouldn’t attempt to so such a thing
Because I think that subject is beneath me.
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A friend thought of Vonnegut as a handsome Boris Karloff,
I’m not sure if that would’ve made him smile or frown;
This is the same woman who once said to me,
“You look like Paul Newman–from the knees down.”
  
 
 
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