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Ho! Mate! If you’re needing a shipper
From hither to yon like a zipper,
…Look no further than me,
…Nor hither to see.
I’m captain of yon Yankee clipper.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in Limericks, My Poems, tagged bard on the hill, captain, clipper ship, Dennis Allen Lange, Ho matey, limericks, poems, poetry, Selling Sails On the Dock, shipper, speed, Yankee, zipper on May 23, 2019| Leave a Comment »
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Ho! Mate! If you’re needing a shipper
From hither to yon like a zipper,
…Look no further than me,
…Nor hither to see.
I’m captain of yon Yankee clipper.
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© Dennis Allen Lange, 2019.
Posted in My Poems, Uncategorized, tagged bard on the hill, baseball pitcher, Cooperstown, curveball, Dennis Lange, fastball, hall of fame, hook, no-hitters, Nolan Ryan, poems, poetry, speed, strike three, strikeouts, umpire, walking slowly off the field on March 9, 2016| Leave a Comment »
His arm made baseballs that he threw
…A bb size with bullet speed.
They’d zip to home and pop the mitt
…Until the ump “strike three!” decreed.
That was his fastball, and his curve
…Was lightning fast and had a hook
That many hungry anxious fish
…Thought they could bite, but they mistook.
And e’en his trip to Cooperstown
…Might e’en the quickest record yield.
The only time he wasn’t fast
…Was walking slowly off the field.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.