Baseball Poems

(This is an acrostic poem, in which the first letter of each line spells out a clue into the poem's meaning.)

Preoccupied
    by Nancy Weaver

Victor suffers

In his room, with

Old World strains

Long studied ...

In his hands,

Never mastered.

Boys!

Are better busied

Slinging bats and stealing bases;

Even measuring odds,

Batting averages

Angles and trajectory and ...

Losers, unknown to composers of

Lovely concertos.