Poems From Bard to Verse
THE BOTTOM LINE
In Greek and Roman days of yore
Athletes seldom kept the score.
Yet sporting feats of sterling note
Led epic poets to emote.
Heroic verse struck fear in foes,
Enhancing heroes’ own egos.
While modern games lack odes and verses,
Winners play for bulging purses.
Not content with epic praises,
Modern champions, seeking raises,
See no worth in accolade.
(Their game depends on what they’re paid).
And have a tendency to crash
When compensation’s not in cash.
Their sterling play becomes much worse.
In fact, they go from bard to verse,
While moving slower than molasses,
Merely resting on their –laurels.
“A garland, wreath? Now don’t be funny.
For us to play, ‘show us the money’. “
with the kind permission of the author Mel Wade - © November 13, 1998
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