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| homer, doubt, forget, sphinx, fished them out.
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"Dished it Out"
Few doubt the Bambino was pointing to center field
before that homer in 1932.
It brought the go-ahead run that alone sealed
the game-winning score (but for an extra from Lou).
Lest we forget what a magnificent gesture it was,
we have that Sphinx-like observation--George Herman's own buzz.
~ OMK
You did it, Ol' Man Keith! All the Jumble words and the solution in the title of your fun baseball verse. Now I just have to remember who the Bambino was.
"Salvation"
We worried a lot about Homer,
his mind was a constant roamer.
All his chores he'd forget,
leaving much to regret.
He was always in doubt
so all day he would pout.
He believed that a Sphinx
all his projects did jinx.
A psychiatrist we hired,
whom he thankfully admired.
His memory she fired,
he's no longer in doubt
and from his mindless bout
she fished him out.
Of course, Babe Ruth is the Bambino.
And also "The Sultan of Swat"
Let's we ever should forget that.
Jidge was Sphinx-like, never
To please was his honest endeavor.
Whether it was a homer majestic
Or an awesome swing and miss
The Babe carried an awesome stick
Out they went to swim with the fish
WC
Yes, in his later years he became a bit stout
But when he connected he still left no doubt
And a couple months ago we had this
The age of greatness had come and gone
So he came back to Boston where greatness was born
The one time hero of mound and bat.
Chubby 'round the midriff, running to fat.
His reflexes decayed the old Sultan of Swat
Didn't seem to have that ol' swiftness of bat.
"Ah, he's not what he's cracked up to be"
Until he could prove it the attitude was "Wait and see".
"So much for the thanks I get" said the Babe one day.
Pittsburgh it was, on a bright and clear Sunday.
And like the slugger of old he let one fly,
Then another and another, long and high.
Three homers on this his last finale.
714 in all was the Babe's career tally.
(decay, thank, chubby, proven, cracked up to be)
Delightful Bambino poems, Wilbur, many thanks for that gift!
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