Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
How hollow it seems
that the opening game
of the season was in Japan
The market deemed,
baseball explained,
it’s now international pastime
Yes, “changing times”
& “good for the game”
are the general conclusion
However the explanation
what’s missed is tradition
opening day at home field
Take the bats and the balls and the batters
Add the catcalls and hall-of-fame statters
Then the scouting reports
That drown out other sports —
It’s the national pastime that matters
For the best in limericks, discerning doggerelists always insist on Hilary Barta’s poems at LimerWrecks.
With apologies to Basho
Crowd files into seats
. Â Â Â Â infield dragged
. Ump cries “Play ball!”
.    Frog plops into
. Â Â Â centerfield pond
We could’ve gone to SeaWorld
The ocean sounds like fun
Instead we sit in the hot heat sun
And watch a game of chance
Is it a game or more a test?
Road-tired vets that have to play
Minted fresh kids who demand their say
Now, then, a years-old dance
It’s a fine, fine line they walk
For us a lazy day
A beer, a dog, just to get away
It takes work to make romance
I thought …
why does a baseball
seem to get bigger
as it gets closer
and then it hit me