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From the Back of the Room

by Stephen Jones

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.

 



Bye-Bye, Birdie

by Stephen Jones

The Oriole got stuffed.
Mounted, on the shelf
By sweeping Royal decree . . .
It was a KC taxidermy.

 



Birds of a Feather

by Stephen Jones

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.

 



Tweet, Tweet

by Jim Siergey

Excuse me for writing these words
but something like this can emerge.
If Giants are felled
and Royals are quelled,
this series will be … for the birds.

 



Locker Room Ammunition

by Stephen Jones

Drubbing the Orioles in their own Camden Yards,
The KC Royals are now boasting with pride:
“Lord Baltimore — you won’t go home again.”

Some souls might disagree, warn the team:
“Hey, careful what you wish for, prideful KC.
Your words can make angry birds more angry.”

 

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