K

by Dr. Rajesh C. Oza

It’s the last letter
In pitching’s “struck”.

So you and I better
Wish Clayton good luck.

There were many others
Who could hurl through a bat.

Our band of K-brothers
Includes Koufax and Kaat.

(This poem excludes
Those facing the mound.
So sadly, Kailua’s
Kila Ka’aihue ain’t around.)

Whether lefty or righty
Pitchers stand on the hill.

Looking awfully mighty
They slurve that pill.

Dallas Keuchel, one fears,
Has thrown his last MLB K.

So in his final year(s)
Let’s honor Kershaw . . . OK?

 

Say It Ain’t Sho

by Todd Herges

He arrived to throes
of joyous anticipation.
Say it ain’t Sho…

He went on to meet
About ev’ry expectation.
Just say no, Sho…

Discussed everywhere:
an awful new revelation.
Say it ain’t Sho…

The baseball world torn,
with the Cooperstown bronze dulling.
Say it ain’t Sho…

He pitches! Hits! Bets?
Despite first throes, the bloom is off
… Ohtani’s Rose.