by P Douglas K
sssssssSSSSSSSSSPOP
wow, this guy wants to win
he singed the hairs
on my chinny chin chin
The manager’s pissed
gives me the sign
hang in there bunky
the next one’s 99
by P Douglas K
sssssssSSSSSSSSSPOP
wow, this guy wants to win
he singed the hairs
on my chinny chin chin
The manager’s pissed
gives me the sign
hang in there bunky
the next one’s 99
cork, string, and leather,
but mostly love makes me soar —
I am the horsehide
Barbara Gregorich writes fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. She is the author of She’s on First and also of Women at Play: The Story of Women in Baseball.
The infinite
possibilities
of spring
become the first
accomplished fact
of summer.
From Wilpons sadness
ideas for help spring forward
Madoff bobbleheads
by Hilary Barta
April Fools Rush In
To Wrigley the faithful had rushed
in hopes that the Pirates were crushed
From start to the finish
their wishes diminish
Till finally, fatally, flushed.
Opening Deluge
On schemes of the Cubbies it drizzled
as dreams of a “W” fizzled
It’s hard to succeed
when blowing a lead
Young Cubs fans already look grizzled.
Hilary Barta runs the site Limerwrecks, which is well worth your time and attention.