A Sonnet: The Boy Who Hates The Game Baseball Is Odd
The boy who hates the game, baseball, is odd,
he stays inside with books on days of yore.
His mind is set on lands where knights have trod,
his brothers scorn these books, “a useless bore.”
The teen, he listens not to Rock and Roll,
he likes the sounds of Ludwig and of Bach.
To them, the masters’ compositions “blow,”
but he can’t stand the crashing of punk rock.
His children name no players on a field,
they do not know an Indy from NASCAR.
They know the tales of Twist and Copperfield,
and they can cook and paint and play guitar.
He loves his family when all's said and done,
but can’t agree that he’s the oddest one.
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