Writers of baseball, attention! <br /> When you're again on the job- <br />When, in your rage for invention, <br /> You with the language play hob- <br />Most of your dope we will pardon, <br /> Though of the moth ball it smack; <br />But-cut out the 'sinister garden,' <br /> Chop the 'initial sack.' <br /> <br />Rake poor old Roget's 'Thesaurus' <br /> For phrases fantastic and queer; <br />And though on occasions you bore us, <br /> We will refrain from a sneer. <br />We will endeavour to harden <br /> Ourselves to the rest of your clack, <br />If you'll cut out the 'sinister garden' <br /> And chop the 'initial sack.' <br /> <br />Singers of words that are scrambled, <br /> Say, if you will, that he 'died,' <br />Write, if you must, that he 'ambled'- <br /> We shall be last to deride. <br />But us to the Forest of Arden, <br /> Along with the misanthrope Jaques, <br />If you cling to the 'sinister garden' <br /> And stick to 'initial sack.' <br /> <br />Speak of the 'sphere's aberration,' <br /> Mention the 'leathery globe,' <br />Say he got 'free transportation'- <br /> Though that try the patience of Job. <br />But if you're wise you'll discard en- <br /> Cumbrances such as we thwack- <br />Especially 'sinister garden' <br /> And the 'initial sack.<br /><br />Franklin P. Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-plea-26/
