All-Star Clerihews #3 — Clerihews and the Last Crusade

Marcus Semien
Is happy to be a simian.
Can’t imagine being a cat, a cow or a fish
If a genie gave him three wishes.

Nick Castellanos
Thinks he could totally take Thanos,
Darkseid, Kang, the Joker and Lex
Luthor (hmmm, a superiority complex?).

Camilo Doval
Loves music atonal.
Get him started on Anton Webern
Only if you have time to burn.

Lars Nootbaar
Is buying a root farm,
Gonna grow some carrots, beets, and parsnips.
“Root for my rutabagas!” he quips.

All-Star Clerihews #2 — Clerihews and the Temple of Doom

Emannuel Clase
Is certainly not blase
About playing in the All-Star Game
And getting autographs from all the big names.

Juan Soto
Sank all his money in Photo-
Mats. He’d be wiser
To find a new investment adviser.

Corey Seager
Is always eager
To discuss chemtrails.
For clearing a room, it never fails.

Josh Jung
Once stuck his tongue
To a pole in mid-winter
But was in no danger in San Jacinto.

Old-School Reps

by James Finn Garner

I don’t think the new analytics
Would’ve helped Norm Cash worth a lick
For Killebrew, Mantle,
F. Robby and Randle,
A beer and a cig did the trick.

This Year’s Departures

by James Finn Garner

The season is done, the jocks are stored
Only two teams are left on the board
Let’s pause now, while for Friday we wait,
And salute the retirements of a few greats.

Pujols hit his 700th for the Cards
And now will have time to work on his yard.

Bosox and Cubs champ Jon Lester
Now is an official hammock tester.

Music lover Kurt Suzuki
Can learn the banjo or bouzouki

After the majors, Ádrian González played on
But after this year, A-Gon done gone.

Melky Cabrera, the man and the myth,
Will star in community theater: “The Melkman Cometh.”

And if anyone’s  looking for J.A. Happ,
He’s out on the patio, taking a nap.

 

Chin Music

by Dan Provost

Gibson would back you
off the plate on a bet.

Pedro had no illusions—
He just hated your guts
if you had a different color uniform.

Nolan Ryan didn’t care if
his 98 MPH fastball hit
a hip, arm, or leg.

Charge the mound for respect?

Next inning?
More chin music…

A nuanced, non-written
rule of the
National Pastime.

 

A former collegiate offensive lineman and football coach, Dan Provost’s poetry has been published in many print and online magazines. He lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife, Laura, and dog, Bella.