Alas, I'm not a worldly chap
(Though I have travelled o'er the map)
Though I have visited and roamed
In Buenos Aires, London, --Rome
I've 'inhaled', 'drunk' and 'eaten' cultures
Like some crazed, voracious vulture.
I've lived like locals, learned their ways
Embraced their pasts--their nowadays
And yet I'm still a Philistine
'Cause I can't dig a certain scene...
(Would you believe it makes me yawn
much less arise to watch at dawn!)
A sport with balls that has no bats
Or three-point shots or touchdowns... Rats!
If I could work some interest up
--stop being a provincial pup--
I'd still not love the worldly Cup.
(G.L.)
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