By Stuart Shea
Shooting stars are meant to fall
Whether in view or hidden,
It’s always such a shock to us
When, seemingly unbidden,
One does,
Just because.
The Mets Have a New Outfielder
by Stuart Shea
Brandon Nimmo
Sure ain’t no dimmo.
Don’t come from Pismo and
Don’t use no gizmo.
When viewed thru a prismo,
He just wants what’s hismo.
And if he hits like a wizmo,
The Mets will not quiz mo’.
Oh, You’ve Got Yourself a No-Trade Clause! (By Dr. T.S. Geisel)
By Stu Shea
You may think you’ve traded me,
For some prospect at Pulaski,
But call my agent–he knows laws.
I have myself a no-trade clause!
I will not go to this new town,
I will not go by air or ground!
You should have asked before you dealt,
Before you tried to swap my pelt,
If I would play for Greeber City,
Feembertown,
Or Veedenvelt.
The Boy
By Stuart Shea
The boy
Held a passel of baseball cards
Dating from before his birth
(His time on earth
Not even a thought)
With joy
Fair Ball Lined into His Nuts
by Stuart Shea
The bigger they are, the more they hurt…
So Juan Uribe got a just dessert
With a liner in the groin.
And that’s not a roll of coins,
And he’s NOT happy to see you.
From GQ:Â Juan Uribe Has a Very Good Excuse for Not Wearing a Cup