My love of reading began when I was little and sat on my father's lap while we read the Sunday funnies. (For the young people among us, funnies are comic strips. 🙂 ) I continued my literary pursuits by borrowing my big sister's copies of Mad. I remember reading this Mad version of the famous poem Casey at the Bat.
I apologize because I thought that this was the whole thing. I'm going to have to find it. Well I couldn't find the page, but I did find this recitation of it. 🙂
I apologize because I thought that this was the whole thing. I'm going to have to find it. Well I couldn't find the page, but I did find this recitation of it. 🙂
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