Space Debris

by James Finn Garner

Like a plummeting piece of space junk
The ‘Stros have flamed out like a punk.
The past six weeks they have stunk
Worse than a flatulent skunk.

When they switch to the AL next year,
Houston will have still more to fear.
They’d best get their rear ends in gear
Before AL pitchers pin back their ears.

The Sad Saga of Cabrera

By Stuart Shea

Melky built a website and he tried to wipe his hands.
Melky’s gonna hear it from the stands.
Melky’s been suspended and his name is in the mud.
Melky signed a contract with his blood.

The Mets vs. The Nationals This Past Weekend

by Stephen Jones

Like political parties after an election
each one going an opposite direction:

The Mets going south, in some recession;
The Nationals baseball’s frontrunner this season.

Even the one win seems small satisfaction
to the Mets, whose promise is now deflation.

The Mets, like the veteran politicians,
know “Nothing gets done in Washington.”

When It Comes To A Head

by Hilary Barta

Stepping into the box he was preening
And then over the plate he kept leaning
So the pitcher got peeved,
And a splitter he heaved…
Now the show-off’s in shock from the beaning.