By Stuart Shea
The Cubs may make the playoffs–
it’s getting serious…
Unless the pitching staff
Develops diptherious.
Quite a Weird Inside-the-Park Home Run
By Stuart Shea
Dominic Brown
Is falling down
Into the stands.
Did he land on his hands?
Or maybe his head?
I hope he’s not dead.
Oh, good. He’s getting up,
But a little bit late,
As Ruben Tejada slides into home plate.
Danks For Nothin’
By Stuart Shea
Don’t mean nothin’ how much he stanks–
Ventura’s gonna keep on using John Danks.
Don’t even matter how much he tanks,
Or politely mutters “Please” and “Thanks.”
Far be it from me to pull any ranks,
Or attack the clubhouse with guns and shanks,
Or call the sports talk shows pullin’ pranks,
But they’ve gotta have somebody better than Danks.
Defender of the Ways
By Stu Shea
Madison Bumgarner doesn’t much care
For hitters who flip their bats into the air.
He’ll rip you a new one, buzz you inside,
Scream at you after retiring the side.
And he doesn’t care if you’re black or you’re white,
Latino or Asian…he’s up for a fight.
I have just one question to ask of you all–
Who appointed him guard of the castle of ball?
A Challenge for Poets
by Stuart Shea
What the heck rhymes with Kyle Schwarber?
Well, ’60s jazzer Alan Lorber,
And that dancing Greek named Zorber,
And folk singer Steve Forber(t),
And . . .
And . . .
I’m at the bottom of the pail,
And I don’t want him to fail . . .
But his name is odd, I fear,
So he may not have many poems here.