Sunday, February 22, 2004
LACK OF ORIGINALITY...AND POETRY
I know poetry in the blogosphere isn't anything new, as Peter at Mariner Musings is currently doing a series of Haiku, and USS Mariner has written or adapted many poems and songs and turned them loose on the blog-reading masses.
Here now, is my contribution. I'd like to announce first that Dr. Pepper is not sponsoring nor saluting my inherent lack of originality. Today's poem is inspired by many, namely Alfred Lord Tennyson, Iron Maiden's hit "The Trooper," and the Mariners' offseason of ineptitude. Big thanks and apologies to Tennyson, whose structure I stuck with for the most part...Hope y'all like it.
"The Charge of the Mariners"
Adapted by David, original poem and structure by Alfred Lord Tennyson
April, May, June, July,
August, September onward
All in the year of strife
Played the twenty-five.
"Forward the Mariners!
Charge for the bats!" Bob said.
Into the year of strife
Played the twenty-five.
Forward, the Mariners!"
Was not a fan so swayed?
Not tho' the blogger knew
Lincoln had blunder'd.
Some did not realize,
Some who did not surmise,
Fans would soon want to cry.
Into the year of strife
Played the twenty-five.
Angels to the left of them,
Athletics to the right of them,
Yanks and Sox in front of them,
Smashed and bludgeoned;
Beaten with bat and ball,
Fans only watched them fall,
Into the trap of strife,
Into the stiff brick wall
Played the twenty-five.
Watch as the tendons tear,
Watch Edgar's hamstring scare
Mariner fans aware,
Fielding a roster, while
Cooler heads wondered.
Not the division lead
Planted were not the seeds;
Pitching and defense
Latter cut just enough.
Brass said they'd win, but not,
Not the twenty-five.
Angels to the right of them,
Athletics to the left of them,
Rangers behind them
Smashed and bludgeoned;
Beaten with bat and ball,
Owners, we'll show them all,
Players answered the call
While in the trap of strife,
Left at the stiff brick wall,
All that was done by them,
Done by twenty-five.
Much money they were paid?
O the big stink they raised!
Baseball world wonder'd.
No battle there to win!
Let the season begin,
Makeshift twenty-five.
Here now, is my contribution. I'd like to announce first that Dr. Pepper is not sponsoring nor saluting my inherent lack of originality. Today's poem is inspired by many, namely Alfred Lord Tennyson, Iron Maiden's hit "The Trooper," and the Mariners' offseason of ineptitude. Big thanks and apologies to Tennyson, whose structure I stuck with for the most part...Hope y'all like it.
"The Charge of the Mariners"
Adapted by David, original poem and structure by Alfred Lord Tennyson
April, May, June, July,
August, September onward
All in the year of strife
Played the twenty-five.
"Forward the Mariners!
Charge for the bats!" Bob said.
Into the year of strife
Played the twenty-five.
Forward, the Mariners!"
Was not a fan so swayed?
Not tho' the blogger knew
Lincoln had blunder'd.
Some did not realize,
Some who did not surmise,
Fans would soon want to cry.
Into the year of strife
Played the twenty-five.
Angels to the left of them,
Athletics to the right of them,
Yanks and Sox in front of them,
Smashed and bludgeoned;
Beaten with bat and ball,
Fans only watched them fall,
Into the trap of strife,
Into the stiff brick wall
Played the twenty-five.
Watch as the tendons tear,
Watch Edgar's hamstring scare
Mariner fans aware,
Fielding a roster, while
Cooler heads wondered.
Not the division lead
Planted were not the seeds;
Pitching and defense
Latter cut just enough.
Brass said they'd win, but not,
Not the twenty-five.
Angels to the right of them,
Athletics to the left of them,
Rangers behind them
Smashed and bludgeoned;
Beaten with bat and ball,
Owners, we'll show them all,
Players answered the call
While in the trap of strife,
Left at the stiff brick wall,
All that was done by them,
Done by twenty-five.
Much money they were paid?
O the big stink they raised!
Baseball world wonder'd.
No battle there to win!
Let the season begin,
Makeshift twenty-five.
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