by Jim Siergey
Dubbed with a nickname
that, alas, doth remain
rhymeless
But all your exploits
with ‘Stros, ‘Spos and Detroit
remain timeless
Oh, and lest I forgets
also the Mets
Say Goodbye to These Retirees
by James Finn Garner
As the leaves turn from green to brown
And we rekindle antipathy for Joe Buck
Let’s recall players whose careers are done
And their stories of drive and hope and luck.
Jered Weaver, strikeout ace,
Can now just putter around his place.
Atlanta’s Frenchy, Jeff Francouer
Will now as a TV color man tour.
SF fans can thank Matt Cain
For embiggening the Jints again.
Likewise, Ryan Vogelsong
Can practice bird calls all day long.
Joe Nathan will have to find his thrill
Somewhere other than the bullpen hill.
And Nick Swisher, quintessential bro,
Will just leave a trail of grit where’er he goes.
To these and all other retirees
Thank you for the thrilling years.
Now, with us, relax near the TV,
Watch some playoff ball and enjoy some beers.
Team of Extremes
by Hilary Barta
Versus Brewers, the Cubs couldn’t score
Then they blew out the Mets, runs galore
Either famine or feast
Docile lamb or fierce beast
Will they mewl at the Cards, or else roar?
I Am Some Body!
by Jim Siergey
O, how I wish Destiny put
As catcher, one day, Barry Foote
While on the mound lands
The hurler Bill Hands
I’d pay an arm and a leg to see that
The bullpen is aptly in place
With perfectly named Elroy Face
As one last zinger
We add Rollie Fingers
With Heinie Manush up to bat
As he comes to the plate, there’s a buzz,
The one man with the name to give pause,
Each syllable clear-
Ly a body part dear:
Here comes man-of-parts Tony Armas!
Game of Thrones
by Stephen Jones
Noah Syndergaard may not be
Pitching for the Mets just now …
But as a god on “Game of Thrones”,
Thor sure can hurl a spear.
Sadly, however, there is no mound —
Other than one for burial —
On “Game of Thrones”, and
It is known, as well, that dragons
Don’t care much for spears.