BUMP

BUMP

A Poem by Rob Taylor

 

OH WOE IS ME, THAT’S WHAT I CRIED,
YOU SEE THIS BUMP, THIS KNOT, THIS SWELLING,
LOOK UP, HERE, ON TOP MY HEAD,
THE SPOT THAT’S BLACK AND BLUE AND RED,
“STRIKE TWO”, THE HOME PLATE UMPIRE SAID.
 
I GOT THIS LUMP, I WANTED NOT,
I HEARD THE WARNING CALLS FROM ALL,
I DID NOT LOOK UP,I DID NOT SEE,
THE BASEBALL FALLING, FALLING, DOWN,
A FOUL BALL CAUSED THIS LUMP FOR FREE.
 
WHAT THE GAME OF BASEBALL COSTS TODAY,
THE TICKET, BAG OF PEANUTS, AND PARKING FEES,
THE COST OF ONE HOTDOG BOTHERS ME,
THE BALL THAT HIT ME, THE ONE I DID NOT SEE,
THE FELLOW, WHO TOOK IT, IS LAUGHING AT ME.
 
THE STUFF MY DOCTOR USED TO CLEAN MY RED BUMP,
CAUSED ME MORE PAIN THAN THE ORIGINAL LUMP,
BUT BASEBALL IS BASEBALL, YES AMERICA’S SPORT,
BECAUSE A FOUL BALL, WHICH GAVE ME A BUMP,
BASEBALL, YES BASEBALL, I WILL NEVER GIVE UP. 
 
 

© 2008 Rob Taylor


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The whole lump-baseball link is lost on me.

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