Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
The Giants are flirting with destiny,
The Royals are a star-crossed team —
Yet neither got the goodwill scrutiny
In Vegas, where hope is but a dream.
Blind Vegas wrote reams
Of its number streams,
The odds which it put down on paper,
But no one, it seems,
Trusted these two teams
To play for it all in October.
Wild card teams took each league’s gonfalon,
Both the Giants and Royals now play on,
.    Well-matched World Series picks,
.    Think they’ll split the first six,
Best team wins seventh Game marathon.
Hey, know-all’s — you once confidently said
The World Series this year is for the birds.
But surprise . . . your Cardinals and Orioles
Have flown south in avian farewell.
You may analyse ’til you are blue,
But that old adage, it still holds true:
Pitching, not hitting, wins in postseason.
The Giants, the Royals have this in legion.
The Oriole got stuffed.
Mounted, on the shelf
By sweeping Royal decree . . .
It was a KC taxidermy.
Somehow, it seems,
The Oriole team
Has switched feathers
With their KC brothers.
Now they’re blue,
Don’t know what to do,
While Royals are tweeting
This Baltimore beating.