The Casey

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,

And Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped—

“That ain’t my style,” said Casey. “Strike one!” the umpire said.

 

 

2 Comments

  1. Kristin says:

    Damn I wish I had wrote this! I actually told my husband that this is exactly what he did when the debate was over that very night. Hell!

  2. Phelps says:

    Of course, you remember how Casey At the Bat ends.

    There’s no joy in Mudville. Mighty Casey has struck out.