The Memories I Keep
Ritter at the Table
Two of my favorite poems are “The Night Before Christmas” and “Casey at the Bat.”
I did a parody of the Christmas one called “The Fight Before Christmas” and decided
to do one for Casey at the Bat. Rather than baseball, I used pool and instead of Casey
as the main character I used me. 😊
Ritter at the Table
The outlook wasn't brilliant, for team Roma Pizza five
They needed three more wins if they were to survive
And when Jeff lost his match, and Danny B did the same
It looked like Mighty Ritter, would not play the final game
But Justin squeaked out a close one, as did also Steve
Patrons started to gather, for they started to believe
Excitement filled the air, but all remained mute
When mighty Ritter stood up and was ready to shoot
There was ease in Ritter's manner, as he stepped into his place
There was pride in Ritter's bearing and a smile on Ritter's face
And when he saw the ladies watching, he took one last drink
And strutted to the table, as he turned to give a wink
100 eyes were on him, as he calmly chalked his cue
His opponent had no chance and looked as if he knew
Ritter slightly bent his knees and gave a wiggle of his hip
And like a mechanical machine... he let it rip!
The balls scattered apart, with a thunderous sound
A few frightened children, fell deaf to the ground
When the noise subsided, and to the relief of all
Mighty Ritter had pocketed, the solid 7-ball
He circled the table to survey, the damage that was done
And soon discovered the cue ball, was frozen to the 1
“He's gotta play safe!” he overheard someone say
Mighty Ritter raised his hand, and replied, “not today.”
With a smile of Christian charity, great Ritter's visage shone
He stilled the doubting whispers, for the game must go on
He called the side pocket, with a mischievous grin
And kicked at the 1-ball, and miraculously it went in
“Wow!” cried the audience, for they were totally awed
Enthusiastic applause came from Ritter's squad
But sudden silence ascended, for everyone present knew
That Mighty Ritter had, many more shots to do
The sneer was gone from Ritter's lip, he slithered like a snake
He shot each ball one-by-one, ‘till only one was left to make
Ritter smirked as he bent down, confident that he wouldn't choke
And now the air is shattered, with the force of Ritter's stroke
Oh, somewhere in this flavored land, a pizza is being made
The players are somewhere, where 8-ball's being played
And somewhere men are teaching, and children dream of being great
But there is no joy in Buc-Town, mighty Ritter missed the 8
I did a parody of the Christmas one called “The Fight Before Christmas” and decided
to do one for Casey at the Bat. Rather than baseball, I used pool and instead of Casey
as the main character I used me. 😊
Ritter at the Table
The outlook wasn't brilliant, for team Roma Pizza five
They needed three more wins if they were to survive
And when Jeff lost his match, and Danny B did the same
It looked like Mighty Ritter, would not play the final game
But Justin squeaked out a close one, as did also Steve
Patrons started to gather, for they started to believe
Excitement filled the air, but all remained mute
When mighty Ritter stood up and was ready to shoot
There was ease in Ritter's manner, as he stepped into his place
There was pride in Ritter's bearing and a smile on Ritter's face
And when he saw the ladies watching, he took one last drink
And strutted to the table, as he turned to give a wink
100 eyes were on him, as he calmly chalked his cue
His opponent had no chance and looked as if he knew
Ritter slightly bent his knees and gave a wiggle of his hip
And like a mechanical machine... he let it rip!
The balls scattered apart, with a thunderous sound
A few frightened children, fell deaf to the ground
When the noise subsided, and to the relief of all
Mighty Ritter had pocketed, the solid 7-ball
He circled the table to survey, the damage that was done
And soon discovered the cue ball, was frozen to the 1
“He's gotta play safe!” he overheard someone say
Mighty Ritter raised his hand, and replied, “not today.”
With a smile of Christian charity, great Ritter's visage shone
He stilled the doubting whispers, for the game must go on
He called the side pocket, with a mischievous grin
And kicked at the 1-ball, and miraculously it went in
“Wow!” cried the audience, for they were totally awed
Enthusiastic applause came from Ritter's squad
But sudden silence ascended, for everyone present knew
That Mighty Ritter had, many more shots to do
The sneer was gone from Ritter's lip, he slithered like a snake
He shot each ball one-by-one, ‘till only one was left to make
Ritter smirked as he bent down, confident that he wouldn't choke
And now the air is shattered, with the force of Ritter's stroke
Oh, somewhere in this flavored land, a pizza is being made
The players are somewhere, where 8-ball's being played
And somewhere men are teaching, and children dream of being great
But there is no joy in Buc-Town, mighty Ritter missed the 8
