at the old ball game

by horace p sternwall

i woke up this morning and fell out of my chair shined my shoes and combed my hair because i had curious dream floating down the old mill stream the king of france and the queen of spain took me out to the old ball game the sun was shining and the weather was grand and we were the only people in the stands except for the crackerjack vendor she was a solid sender and kept us all amused because she had nothing to lose after a while the king’s hat went out of style and the queen began to yawn because she could not keep her mojo on or maybe it was the other way around in my travels i have found that those complain the most are confidence men or ghosts the band struck up a tune we got through the afternoon the clouds were white and the sky was blue the yankees beat the red sox, 3 - 2

near dream poem

by rhoda penmarq

buddy sat beneath a tree iskander wept beside the sea all they wanted was the key to the magic door of stagger lee mom baked a brownie with a frown, she heard the front door slam like raspberry jam on the flat side of the moon king arthur hummed a tune as he waited to proclaim the commencement of the big game to decide once and for all the size and shape of the ball which would be used to choose whose dog was best this was the test i wanted to be discreet and got up from my seat everybody booed they were really quite rude but just for a start i forgave them in my heart

the big toss

by bofa xesjum

biob smith (let it go) that’s funny after the ball was over make my day that’s really funny queen victoria perhaps you would like to reconsider that statement davy crockett just because my hair is curly you slay me (old fashioned sarcastic expression meaning, that’s not funny) let it go there you go again, he replied wearily charles lindbergh sorry to bother you daniel boone ran through the woods carrying a long rifle please toledo ohio his majesty will see you now pope innocent iii those flowers are pretty, where did you get them? call me when you are ready to negotiate i said i was sorry was that the doorbell? put that thing away before you hurt somebody at last we approach the end montezuma refrigerator

porch

by horace p sternwall

sometimes at night when the the stars are shining and the moon is full i sit on the porch the bats fly a dog howls and i think about things about how this is the greatest planet in the universe and the greatest country in the world and all the great heroes of the old days of little david and samson and delilah and george washington never telling a lie especially at valley forge and shermans march to the sea and lincoln shot by john wilkes booth and davy crockett at the alamo and joshua at the battle of jericho and christopher columbus and magellan and sir francis drake and captain cook eaten by cannibals and montezuma and ponce de leon and barbara frietchie and jesse james and robin hood and genghis khan riding across the steppes and teddy roosevelt charging up san juan hill and remember the maine and the titanic and it all really happened just as sure as i am sitting here a wandering boy i never been nowhere much except right here at home but my mind wanders

f-23

by bofa xesjum

f-23 was a lonely soul who in society played no role but was subject to ho ho ho by those who were always on the go but was f-23 really lonely? it would seem thy only f-23 and companion - 2 knew what was true f-23 stood in the line to which the group which was assigned 43rd place took up space looking neither left nor right suddenly a great light flashed on the screen it was neither red not green or blue or yellow or smooth or mellow or a blast from the distant or recent past down by the old mill stream they sold hot dogs and ice cream to the high rollers and chumps who were there to ride the bumps as the masters looked on but maybe they are gone to their reward in a cloud with a flashing sword

ready

by bofa xesjum

ready set go jerry hated joe for no particular reason because strawberries were not in season the sun began to shine after a glass of wine the bear broke into the tower after a spring shower the warden closed his book and decided to take a look around the grounds but did not like what he found he summoned a committee from the country and the city but no one got out of bed because the inmates had all fled jerry still hates joe it was all a long time ago strawberries are out of style after going the extra mile do not come any closer with your mimosa say what you have to say and be on your way

come back

by bofa xesjum

come back in a million years everything will be the same the world will be ruled by idiots who know nothing 99 percent of the human race will just want to live their lives with what is rightfully theirs 1 percent of the human race will own 200 percent of the wealth the other 1 percent will start a new religion every year your mom will be the nicest person who ever lived dad will sit in his favorite chair staring into space until it is time for the game men will stare at women women will laugh at men dogs will bark cats will sleep ants will crawl birds will fly butterflies will flit the world will be coming to an end