Boston Red Sox – Page 36

Rocket’s Re-Entry

So now, my friends, it’s come to this:
To redeem his chances for the Hall,
Ol’ Roger’s gone to deepest Texas,
Donned his jock and grabbed the ball

To show all pipsqueaks with the gall
To hint his chemistry’s amiss
That the wickedest PED of all
Is simply Lone Star, vinegar and piss.

Bobby V,
You’re killin’ me!
The Red Sox founder
In August flounder,
And Bobby V,
You’re so angry.

You bait the umps,
You say they’re chumps.
The Red Sox sink,
The rotation stinks,
And Bobby V,
It’s kind of funny.

Cleats in the dirt.
But what’s that worth?

Win-loss meaningless
when rivalry assessed.

Forget any “Why/Wherefore” sense
& just figure it’s dugout justice.

Arby’s is a gourmet taste
Fargo’s an exciting place
Roseanne boasts an hourglass waist
And Adam Dunn steals second base

The deficit has no room to grow
Charlie Sheen lays off the blow
Pope Benedict turns gigolo
Big Donkey beats the catcher’s throw

Olympic swimming power: Slovakia!
New fashions sewn of dieffenbachia
Cheney sports ears like Mr. Spock — Yah!
And Dunny steals on Saltalamacchia!