by Patrick McCaughey
Load up on the carbs,
Kiss the family goodbye,
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
Still just in the second?
But an hour’s gone by,
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
Each at bat is 12 pitches.
Mound visits galore.
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
What else rhymes with “galore”?
Try on “bore”, “chore”, and “snore”.
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
Of course, so does “score”,
As do “swore”, “war”, and “adore”.
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
The nights they have stolen,
It’s really a crime
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.
This poem could have been better
But I don’t have the time
For
The Red Sox and Yankees are on.