My Own Private Ulysses: Blazes’ Basket

Blazes' Basket

His name’s Blazes Boylan, all-star crooner.

He knows making baskets is how you score.

He’s a real baller who hits the nooner,

Even when tip-off goes down around four.

Put in a bottle of invalid port,

then throw down a jar of plum potted meat.

If you really want to run Molly’s court

A few blushing peaches will bring the heat.

And lay down two pears, lying head to toe,

Perfectly paired like a fruity ying-yang.

But manage the clock, know when to go slow,

And more than the boards will be yours to bang.

Why this need to feed and make Molly drunk?

     She's down, an easy lay-up, a sure slam-dunk.

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