Ron Stock

Veteran Poet - 1,345 Points (4-19-1944 / Saginaw, Michigan)

Ballad Of Big Shot Bobby - Poem by Ron Stock

It started on the diamond in our baseball Little League,
fighting to be heroes, we were down by only three.
It was our team's last at bat, all three ducks were on the pond,
when up sashays Bobby with his Louisville Slugger wand.
The stadium went wild, all the crowd was on its feet,
when he blasted a grand slam homer. Whack! Into the bleacher seats.
I was sitting on the bench and of course I saw it all
so I know it was the moment when the fans began to call,
their Golden Boy, Home Run Bobby….

It continued on with football at our local junior high,
locked atop the conference standings in a first place tie.
We were playing our crosstown foe, they were beating us by four,
time was running out, we needed ninety yards to score.
The stadium went wild, Home Run Bobby had the skin,
when he galloped thru nine tacklers.. Ugh! Giving us the win.
I was sitting on the bench and of course I saw it all
so I know it was the moment when the fans began to call,
their Golden Boy, Touchdown Bobby….

In high school it was basketball that really sealed his fate,
battling to be known as solo champions of our state.
We were losing by two points with one second on the clock,
when Bobby threw the ball above a jumping rival’s block.
The field house went wild, full of howls, cheers, and whoops,
when Bobby’s half court lob went.. Swish! Perfect thru the hoop.
I was sitting on the bench and of course I saw it all
so I know it was the moment when the fans began to call,
their Golden Boy, Big Shot Bobby….

Twenty years passed by as we both played out life’s game;
mine would prove to be obscure while his found wealth and fame.
Big Shot Bobby was a big shot, with too much power and rank,
now he was on trial for stealing money from his bank.
The courtroom crowd went wild when the judge ignored his plea,
and locked Bobby in the slammer.. Click! And threw away the key.
I was sitting on the bench and of course I saw it all
so I know it was the moment when the fans began to call,
Meeee…eee.....Their new Golden Boy…....Death Row Ronnie!

Topic(s) of this poem: humor

Form: Prose Poem


Comments about Ballad Of Big Shot Bobby by Ron Stock

  • Gajanan Mishra (4/8/2015 10:10:00 PM)


    new golden boy, I like it, thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, June 12, 2015


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