RHYME NOR REASON
(ROSE IS A RED, VIDA'S BLUE, June 12)
Roy Blount the younger one
National pastime's poetics he craves.
In looking for rhyme schemes
For dactyls and limericks
He'll soon drive us sports fans
Right into our graves!
Roy Blount Junior
Seems to have a sense of humior,
But some of his rhymes might bring from the grave of Edmund Clerihew Bentley
Here are some verses, somewhat irregular ones, but my grateful gift to Roy Blount Jr. and to yourselves.
Never made no cracks
About anybody, such as "Is he still in the league?" He was never unkind nor rude the least bit.
This may have been partly because so far as he was concerned none was worse than any other, they could none of them hit.
Was sometimes (as Richie) accused of shillyshallen,
But he could always hit, especially long lazy flies that looked at first like easy outs but kept on going and going until they finally disappeared downtown.
Now that at last he has found a happy place, he may just set three or four or a dozen records, including leaping tall buildings at a single boun'.
Was brought up down on the Eastern Shore in the school of hard knocks,
He still holds the record for the longest home run in a lot of pocks.
He played mostly for the A's and the Red Sox.
Even when Allen or McCovey or Howard or Mantle hit a long home run at old Connie Mack Stadium I could always sneer and remain aloof
And say, "I saw Foxx hit one over the centerfield roof."
In the June 12 issue of SPORTS ILLUSTRATED you had a picture of Dick (Richie) Allen smoking a cigarette on your cover. We thought that it was bad taste putting it there, where thousands of kids who idealize him see him smoking, which will give them the wrong idea about American athletes.
Pearl River, N.Y.
The fact that Dick Allen smokes doesn't bother me at all. That you would feature him on your cover in such a pose is another matter.
Shame, shame, shame.