The Mighty Popeyes Poem by Saint Eule

We played upon the sand lot,
Among the broken glass.
We never got to Williamsport,
But our pitcher sure was fast.

We did not have a parent to patronize the team.
We were the mighty Popeyes, no money for ice cream.
Our uniforms were teashirts and we often showed up late.
We walked for miles to play you, leave your glove upon the plate.

For we only had a catchers mit, and two well beaten bats.
We didn't have a cheering section, or even any hats.
The Popeyes were just there to play the game, to win.
The game of baseball was our passion but we were poor as sin.

Johny hit a single and Timmy got him home with a shout.
Our lanky freckled pitcher struck the last player out.
The other teams would shake our hands and they all knew our name.
We were the mighty Popeyes, we came to play the game.

We returned to our old coal shacks after walking a few miles.
We bonded in the victory our faces were full of smiles.
Our parents worked the filthy mines and very few had cars.
When they finished pickin coal they headed for the bars.

All we had was each other, and sometimes that was enough.
For God he was our sponsor, and the Popeyes sure were tough.
But we were also humble and just loved to play the game.
We ate a lot of spinach, that is how we got our name.

We sometimes get together and meet as a team again.
We all became successfull, because we came to win.