By Stuart Shea
It’s been a good year,
And we still have beer.
Prince may be gone,
But our buzz is still on.
Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
It’s been a good year,
And we still have beer.
Prince may be gone,
But our buzz is still on.
Personally, I would reverse the order of the couplets.
As they tally and gawk at the stats,
the fans in Milwaukee say “drats!”
Their season finis,
they won’t drink chablis —
these manly men always have Blatz
BREW-CREW, TAKE TWO:
As they tally and gawk at the stats,
the fans in Milwaukee say “drats!”
Their season finis,
with their cheese no chablis –
a man’s man will always choose Blatz
Flip the couplets . . . and drop the commas – none needed.
More demonstrative:
Prince may be gone
But our buzz still on
It’s been a good year
And we still have beer
.
Everyone’s a critic. And (shudder) an editor!
Never an editor – simply an observer/suggester. Your writing is yours, alone – will always be.
Sorry. I’m taking a poetry class now so I have to pretend to be deep and insightful about my peers’ work.
I’m taking a class too … “Bardball Comment Studies 101.”
Learning lots.
Glad I didn’t weigh in this morning when I first read it. My thought then (and still): Good one Stu! Simple, clean, concise. Me like!
Also like Hillary’s second take! Perfecto. (I think I may have served the last can of Blatz in Central Illinois, in about 1992. The contents were brewed sometime in the ’70s, judging by the level of skunkiness. The retired bus driver who ordered it complained not a whit. No beer snob he!)
The Last Blatz sounds like a pithy end-of-an-era short story. Or a booze drenched noir.
“Blatz” is one of those names that would never pass inspection today for a brand. Too aggressive, too ethnic, too … onomatopoeic. Gross.
We have an old lard can around here somewhere. Brand name: Flechtner’s.