Thursday, July 4, 2019

The Reading Fightin Phillies, a poem

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THE READING FIGHTIN PHILLIES

All his life my friend Rem Murphy
wanted a Toyota Corolla.

Now we drove to Reading, PA in this
fancy car, yes, with room for everything
including water, money for tollbooths

and Season Tickets for the Fightin
Reading Phillies.

And I was his honored guest tonight!

The stadium boasted 7,000 raucus guests
cheering on our team

We sat behind Home Plate
and watched as daylight faded
to evening

An enormous Net protected us
from pop-ups

The Boy Scouts picked up our trash
in black plastic bags

The Scoreboard was like a movie
Charlton Heston in Ben Hur

The food was scrumptious.
Hot dog with relish and moutarde
on potato roll
golden french fries
with ketchup

My fingers looked bloody
as if I were dying in a
film noir

In the distance was Reading Hospital
to me it looked like the Hospital
of Death, and sent off fireworks

to give the dying a last thrill.

Our team won by a big margin.
Fireworks crackled through the air

Like the dawn of creation
Like the almighty silent
creator had plans for us all

including million dollar player
Alec Bohm, a dud so far, as
Rem sped home on this starry night
with a playful moon in the sky.





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