by Stuart Shea
The Marlins hired a ‘suit’
To skipper their club–
And he’s as bright as a summer tanager.
But when his time runs out,
The angry fans will shout,
“Fire the Middle Manager!”
What To Do, Brew Crew?
By Stuart Shea
The team wasn’t good
Before Lucroy went down.
Then they fired the skipper
In hopes of a rebound.
But it’s all in vain,
It’s rebuild time again,
Let’s burn the whole thing to the ground.
Trade Garza, Segura,
Ramirez, and Lind,
And think about Braun,
If a deal’s in the wind.
But just don’t deal Scooter,
There ain’t no one cuter,
And as far as we know, he ain’t sinned.
The Cubs Are Full of Bullpen
By Stuart Shea
Things don’t go better with Coke,
And Jackson will constantly choke.
Rosscup’s got a leak,
Schlitter’s a freak,
And James Russell’s sort of a joke.
Baseball in Baltimore
By Stu Shea
A game without a crowd?
That won’t be very loud.
And should we still feel proud
As a town hides under a shroud?
Despite manicured fields and flags unfurled,
You can’t shut out the world.
Alex Rios’ April
By Stuart Shea
Signed to a deal by the Royals–
A chance to retighten my coils.
Given an everyday job,
Replacing that Aoki slob.
Drilled by a rookie in April–
Knocked me on my ass like a vape will.
Out for six to eight weeks,
A delight to those analyst geeks.