by Millie Bovich
So what was the season like for year 2020?
Just read on and I’ll tell you plenty!
Like your mud splashed car that you just had washed,
Like a chocolate soufflé that’s been badly squashed,
Like another little hole in your old rowboat,
Like your neighbor’s new pet is a smelly goat,
Like an unfinished piece of coconut pie
That the waiter took away when you turned your eye,
Like a loan repaid but the check just bounced,
Like the Detroit Tigers when they’ve just been trounced,
Like your morning coffee that’s just tepid warm,
Like your bunch of flowers where the bees will swarm,
Like a rusty screw that you can’t get out,
Like the pain that caused by a big toe gout,
Like a close-up talker who has garlic breath,
Like a Stanley Cup game going sudden death,
Like no chips or pretzels when the kids come home,
Like no gas in the car when you want to roam,
Like rain on the roof when a picnic’s planned,
Like the last chance lost when the hitter fanned,
Like your sunny-side-ups at your favorite spot
With the yolks not runny and the toast not hot,
Like the clock that stops with one last tick,
Like the power goes out in a mystery flick,
Like lasagna when the chef forgot the cheese,
Like your big presentation and you feel a sneeze.
That’s a baseball season with just 60 games played
Just like no sugar in the lemonade!