Barker

 

 

When I grow up,
I want to be a Ballpark Barker

and bark at the ballpark people,

“Scorecards, Yearbooks!”

I’ll bellow from the belly of my being,

“Hot dogs, get your hot dogs!”

I’ll sing sweet songs of

“Ice Cream! Peanuts! Cracker Jack!”

I’ll boast from the barrel of my body,

“Beer here, yo-Beer, get yer cold beer!”

 

When I grow up,

I want to be a Ballpark Barker

and bark at the ballpark people,

 “Pennants! T-shirts! Souvenirs!”
I’ll send soft and salty treats

through the ballpark’s crowded seats

“Hot pretzels, Hot pretzels!”

“French fries!” and “Wings!”

Rain delay? What rain delay?

only smiles sprinkle with the sound

of “Ice cold lemonade!”

 

When I grow up,
I want to be a Ballpark Barker

and bark at the ballpark people,

“Cotton Candy! Cotton Candy!”

through the curvy concourse I’ll cry,

“Kettle Korn!, Kettle Korn!”

through the hallways I’ll heave,

“Hamburgers! Hamburgers!

ketchup, mayo, onions and cheese!”

 

When I grow up,

I want to be a Ballpark Barker

and bark at the ballpark people,

“I am the ballpark barker!”

listen to me bark at the ballpark people

buying, buying, buying, from the

ballpark barker

 

 

copyright 2008, Frank Messina

from Full Count: The Book of Mets Poetry

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