How Can We Miss Him If He Won’t Go Away?

By Stuart Shea

Old Roger’s back on the hill,
Tryin’ to prove somethin’ to someone,
Mowin’ down hitters half his age,
Givin’ the AARP quite a thrill.

Old Roger’s campaign’s not done,
He’ll keep tryin’ to clear his name,
Hoping his Hall of Fame ticket is punched,
As he rides off into the sun.

I wonder if Roger is scared
Of knowing how little it means.
He’s no more than a coddled cheat,
And it’s been a long time since we cared.

Rocket’s Re-Entry

by James Finn Garner

So now, my friends, it’s come to this:
To redeem his chances for the Hall,
Ol’ Roger’s gone to deepest Texas,
Donned his jock and grabbed the ball

To show all pipsqueaks with the gall
To hint his chemistry’s amiss
That the wickedest PED of all
Is simply Lone Star, vinegar and piss.

Melky Cabrera & PEDs

by Stephen Jones

He tried a ruse,
his website of connivance:

to create evidence
to block the truth,

to file a grievance
about his use,

to duck an investigation
of him & testosterone.

But the scheme unravelled.
Once MVP, he’s now suspended.

It has all tumbled far down,
cheers replaced by righteous frown.

Some have even snorted:
Melky should be deported.

Walk Off

by Bob Carlton

the ball dis-
appears in-
to the night

lifting our
best hopes
to flight