Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
A contradiction—
of lazy clouds which
like counted sheep
unroll slowly overhead,
and did-you-see-that plays,
routinely made, which
flicker like lightning
beneath the skin.
Baseball was—and is—
born slow,
with metaphors for a head,
but when least expected,
it will rage—a storm.
An ivy leaf from Wrigley Field
It must be like a fine wine,
vintage 2016
And that doesn’t include S&H,
which is $15 per leaf And
there’s a limit: 10 leaves/customer
Why so few–
is there a shortage?
Or is it concern–
that too many leaves
makes a bouquet?
Nonetheless, it is a leaf
and not some dirt,
like the Yankees sold one time
That’s right–it was dirt,
just plain dirt
At least the leaf grew–and
flourished–just like the team.
Worst game of season
Yankees resume losing ways
It’s called entropy
When the smoke finally clears,
sometime later this year…
The American League East
will be a black ‘n blue beast:
No team a clear winner…
but one a survivor.
Alley fights and turf wars–
they’re waged just that way.
The Bronx Bombers leveled Baltimore
With their home stand of “Rolling Thunder”.
Their high-flying offense dropped runs, 38;
They carpet-bombed Birds, who managed just 8.
And if these metrics alone
Weren’t enough of a feat,
Bombardier Judge launched one . . .
496 feet.