09.08.2021
Coach McHale McGovern
Coach McHale McGovern
Is the sternest of men you have met
You can look as you like the world over
But I’ve not found a sterner one yet
With a jaw that’s as square as they come
And a look of pure stone on his face
The hallways and classrooms go quiet
Whenever he comes ‘round the place
They say he once made a man faint
Who had tracked some mud into his gym
By staring him straight in the eye
And the man never saw straight again
Coach McHale McGovern
Grows sterner and sterner each day
Raising concerns that he’ll just never learn
What it is to be joyful and play
09.07.2021
On the Course Today
I just told my wife
Of the thing I had seen
An alien invasion
On the 17th green
I had pulled out my putter
When I saw his large eyes
Rise up from the hole
A most awful surprise
It seems he had made
A new home under there
And interrupting my play
He just seemed not to care
So if you check my card
And notice my score
Is a thirty-five over
You’ll know why it’s so poor
09.06.2021
The Man with the French-white Ladder Makes Stolen Soup
The man with the French-white ladder
Has made his way out, yes, once more
Filling a bag with some radishes
He takes from the neighborhood store
The man with the French-white ladder
With capers and carrots and spice
Will stew them all up in a great cauldron pot
Making soup that’s quite tasty and nice
The man with the French-white ladder
Next day, he’ll go out to the street
And serve out this fine radish soup he’s made
To each stranger and neighbor he meets
He’s a scoundrel, true, and a dastardly crook
And there’s no way to spin it around
But endeared to the hearts of the hungry and poor
He’s a chum to so many in town
09.03.2021
Strange Orders
My customers all seem to want
The strangest sort of things
Like steak that’s made from zucchini
Or soup of turtle wings
Orders come specifically
For ice-cream topped with kale
Plus the ever-popular request—
Sandwich of lobster tail
Sure, I like creative thought
When people come to sup
But my customers’ avant-garde tastes
I really can’t keep up
09.02.2021
Surprise First Pitch
A great surprise, as I went with my Dad
To the very first game of the year
The first pitch was thrown by a man named Carl
Who sported a white, wispy beard
I expected his pitch to sail far wide
And to drop from the chain link back there
Or to fall far short of the plate altogether
Going five or six feet in the air
But to my surprise this man wound up
With a style that was all of his own
And then threw a curveball that arced around
And then headed right down the strike zone
My mouth was wide, my eyes were, too
As I witnessed this incredible feat
Then I closed my mouth and blinked my eyes
As I watched the game played from my seat