by Millie Bovich
Composing a limerick’s quite smarty
With the talent of “William the Bardy”
It would take many days
To read all of his plays–
Nothing like soup of canardy!
But with baseball, it often gets chancy
It can put you in almost a trancy
When you watch every fly
Disappear in the sky
And a pitcher, you know, can get fancy!
Nine players with actions symphonic
And the smoothness you find in a tonic
They can put on a show
When to ballpark you go
And the stats all become histrionic!
Oh, the sounds and the smells in profusion
May they point to a worthy conclusions
Quoting, “Out, out damned spot!”
May the Tigers get hot
With no straining, no pain or contusion.
In a season that’s only beginning
Every team has the goal of much winning
Set aside English Lit
And rejoice in each hit.
Sorry, Shakespeare, can’t miss the first inning!
by the village Elliott
For Mirian Cepeda, d. 4/12/17
‘Tis a sad day for Jints’ family
Mirian has passed into history.
Mrs. Cha Cha, though passed,
Left her love that will last
In hearts filled with her dear memory.
by the Village Elliott
For Roy Sievers (11/18/1926 — 4/3/2017)
Roy Sievers was a St. Louis Brown
Rookie of the Year in his home town
Biggest Senators star
In the ’50s, by far
One of last of the Browns to go down.
Fun fact: Roy was a double for Tab Hunter as Joe Hardy in the movie trailer for Damn Yankees.
by James Finn Garner
It’s tradition on Opening Day:
The Prez puts the first ball in play,
But with his miniscule mitts,
The Donald just quits
And tweets, “Baseball’s for losers anyway.”
by Hilary Barta
Of drubbings my writing once oozed
The Cubs’ sorry plight I abused
Now they’ve won and don’t suck
And I’ve run out of luck
My club’s reached the heights, I’m de-mused.
Hilary Barta runs the essential film-noir-and-monster-movie limerick website, LimerWrecks.