Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
I must have seen Hank Aaron play
at Wrigley Field in nineteen
fifty nine
But it was my first baseball game,
I knew little about the sport
at the time
But I did see him hit number
seven hundred and fifteen
on the TV
in nineteen seventy four so
I am happy to have that
memory
There once was a Dodger named Sutton
Whose pitches were right on the button
But when in a pinch
Sandpaper he’d clinch
And give the baseball a good scuffin’.
With his hair and his beard burning red
Through the air what they’ve feared he could spread
Oh, this guy is a scream
He puts “I” into “Team”
Tries to share (which is weird) COVID dread.
The Rays came to play,
Leading the Dodgers
1-0 through five.
Snell was magic, was unhittable,
And then (incredibly), Cash
Pulled him off the mound.
Whaaaat?
In their dugout, the Dodgers
Must’ve thanked the gods
(Because, up till then,
They’d no answer for his stuff).
They promptly scored two runs
In the sixth, and never looked back.