Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
He tried a ruse,
his website of connivance:
to create evidence
to block the truth,
to file a grievance
about his use,
to duck an investigation
of him & testosterone.
But the scheme unravelled.
Once MVP, he’s now suspended.
It has all tumbled far down,
cheers replaced by righteous frown.
Some have even snorted:
Melky should be deported.
Melky built a website and he tried to wipe his hands.
Melky’s gonna hear it from the stands.
Melky’s been suspended and his name is in the mud.
Melky signed a contract with his blood.
Home run king with the
most walks and most MVPs,
but struck out in court
Charles Ghigna (Father Goose) is a poet, children’s author, speaker and nationally syndicated feature writer. He has written more than 60 award-winning books of poetry and been reprinted extensively, even in the ACT and SAT tests.
Matt Cain reached deep, history on his back.
The fastball felt good, he had plenty of snap.
Play of the year was still four outs away
From Gregor Blanco: the next Wille Mays.
The gloves were red hot, there can be no doubt
But more was required to get THIS man out
Sixteen had stood in, each one had got sat.
Till Snyder stepped up, and with his big bat
He made Matty wince, that ball was well struck
Gonna land 10 deep, fans are out of luck.
Deep to left, so long to their perfection
Another “almost” in this game of reflection.
Melky kept running, he would not give in
The ball going out,
.   out,
.      out
…till the WIND
Just hauled that ball back, bent back to the wall
And Melky, he leaps! Spins! Stabs at the ball!
And back on the mound, Cain raises his fist,
Toes the rubber, sets. Ten more men to get.
James Motz has maintained his Michigan sports roots despite being exiled to Twin-infested Minnesota, where he stealthily paints Olde English D’s on ice shanties. His personal mission is to make baseball verse so ingrained in our culture that Joe Buck will call games in iambic pentameter.
Starlin Castro,
Count with me
How many Giants
Do you see?
One on third
One on first
Batter hits a grounder–
Do your worst!
Force at second
Not so bad–
No one reckoned
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