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They Lived Too Soon
Author Unknown

George Washington was President
and honored in his day;
he was the father of the land
and all things came his way.
He had a basketful of fun,
a wagon load of fame—
but he never was a rooter
at a baseball game.

Napoleon conquered half the world
and had a crown of gold,
and in his time his cup was just
as full as it could hold.
It looks from here as though he
should have had his share of fun—
but he never strained his vocals
when the home team won.

There was Julius Caesar,
who had his share of sport;
he won his share of battles,
and always held the fort.
He killed lots of people,
regardless of the cost—
but he never booed the umpire
when the home team lost.

And also Alexander,
he turned most every trick,
and then shed tears because
there were no more worlds to lick.
He climbed 'way up the ladder,
as high as people get—
but he never pawned his scepter
to pay a baseball bet.



Post New Comment:
The rhythm reminds me of "Little Orphan Annie."
Posted 05/25/2016 08:42 AM
I'm not a baseball fan, but I love the poem. A great bit of fun!
Posted 05/25/2016 07:51 AM
Loved this!!
Posted 05/25/2016 07:50 AM
Oh my, such imagination and playfulness. I wish I had written it!
Posted 05/25/2016 07:34 AM
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