Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
The days of cool sun have drawn in,
With the regrets of how a fool spends his time
Crunchy leaves now, grey on the way.
And now, just when I need the light,
The game closes up
For the season
Until that day when the snow
Is, unimaginably, miraculously, melting into the ground.
Pipe down folks:
There’s a legend at the mike.
He may not be the type you like;
but in his day, long before you began,
the world was breathlessly in love with the man.
Adios, Andy.
Dear boys of summer, cheeks of tan,
We’re listed now “they also ran”.
Who would’ve, could’ve thought last spring
The pennant home they would not bring?
But pitch relief and you will find
Hitters of another kind.
Our big pay bats could not produce
And as result, too bad, we “loose”.
But thanks for summer’s fun and wins.
The fourteen season soon begins!
For baseball we’ve become as slaves
And hope the next opponents shave!
Only a cad would say exactly how many years Millie has been a Tigers fan, but we’re betting it’s longer than any of you.