Play-By-Play Book (Past)

The A within my Book of Plays plays 

“…(deer) an’ ant’lope play…”
The B there trumps some ump’s “Play ball!” 

like one hears op’ning day.
The C – no child’s play – placates. 

D completes the 'druple play.
 
They play around, do playboys, 

as on placemats plaice they place.
‘Display,’ ‘play dumb,’ ‘Play-Doh,’ ‘playdate’: 

each downplays some disgrace,

while E smokes Player's navy cut: 

his cancer's al' Anglais.

In Playhouse 90, horseplay 

keeps the alphabet in play.

F’s playful foreplay goes some way 

to keep foul play at bay.

Then F flips through John Playford 

and his English Dancing Master.

The G has eyes to plagiarize: 

such tort may court disaster.
(My lungs…? Play’d out! Quick: come about! 

I can’t play any faster.)
 
Amen, amen! Let’s go again – 

I’m keen; I’m less jejune.
The H cries, “Let’s play hardball! 

Let’s politicos impugn”…
while I…? I watch and scratch my crotch 

and try to play in tune.
 
The J would win his million 

playing Jeopardy online.
J cries, “You lie.” But in his eye 

I spy the dollar sign.
 
The K attends Kamp Lay-Z-Lug;

the rush be Susquehanna's.
The L awakes Ignaz Pleyel: 

“Retune yer damn pianas!”
The M plays genus Musa…

Monocots…in short, bananas.

Plays N, O, P,  Q, R, S, T

from 'napkin-ring' to 'thing.'

What's yet unknown's what brand of Jones

that U through Y might bring...
...while Z’s got ways to paraphrase 

the Bard's “Ze play’s ze ting.”