Classic Poem

Writers of baseball, attention!
When you're again on the job —
When, in your rage for invention,
You with the language play hob —
Most of your dope we will pardon,
Though of the moth ball it smack;
But — cut out the — sinister garden, —
Chop the — initial sack. —

Rake poor old Roget's — Thesaurus —
For phrases fantastic and queer;
And though on occasions you bore us,
We will refrain from a sneer.
We will endeavour to harden
Ourselves to the rest of your clack,
If you'll cut out the — sinister garden —
And chop the — initial sack. —

Singers of words that are scrambled,
Say, if you will, that he — died, —
Write, if you must, that he — ambled — —
We shall be last to deride.
But us to the Forest of Arden,
Along with the misanthrope Jaques,
If you cling to the — sinister garden —
And stick to — initial sack. —

Speak of the — sphere's aberration, —
Mention the — leathery globe, —
Say he got — free transportation — —
Though that try the patience of Job.
But if you're wise you'll discard en-
Cumbrances such as we thwack —
Especially — sinister garden —
And the — initial sack. —