Franklin P. Adams

(15 November 1881 – 23 March 1960 / Chicago, Illinois)

Baseball's Sad Lexicon - Poem by Franklin P. Adams

These are the saddest of possible words:
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Trio of Bear-cubs, fleeter than birds,
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Ruthlessly pricking our gonfalon bubble,
Making a Giant hit into a double --
Words that are weighty with nothing but trouble:
Tinker to Evers to Chance.

Comments about Baseball's Sad Lexicon by Franklin P. Adams

  • Gold Star - 13,865 Points Susan Williams (11/6/2015 2:26:00 PM)

    There's always killjoys in every sport. Man O'War had his Upset! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 21,442 Points .., Rahman .., Henry (11/6/2015 12:51:00 AM)

    Tinker to Evers to Change...... wonderfully composed poem.....10++++++++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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