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Moe Berg

by The Village Elliott

Moe Berg was both a catcher and spy,
And the Big Leagues’ most erudite guy.
Spoke languages many,
But couldn’t hit in any
Unless curve ball hung up “lettered” high.

 

 



Dead Tradeline in Kansas City

By Stuart Shea

The Royals don’t think that they’re winners,
The Royals don’t think they’re beginners.
They won’t buy and won’t sell,
Which may be just as well
If they want to remain others’ dinners.

 



Natural Selection for Darwin

by James Finn Garner

Darwin Barney is out of a job
One more part of the unemployed mob
.    To see his kid’s birth
.    He ceded his berth
Now at the playground will hobnob.



The Not-So-Sweet Spot (“When Lumber Attacks”, Part 2)

by Michael X. Ferraro

Johnny Cueto’s AB was not bueno
Failed to bunt, so he went all volcano.
Slammed his bat on his leg
to crack like an egg
But it DIDN’T — so now he’s in pain-o.

 

Johnny Cueto Needs to Practice Breaking Bats Over His Knee

 Michael X. Ferraro’s baseball poetry and topical jokes can be found on Twitter @ferrarovision

 



Revenge of the Louisville Sulker

by Michael X. Ferraro

Morrison was very displeased
Felt his bat’s wood must be diseased.
Gave the dugout a whack!
But the bat, it struck back
Now LoMo’s red face has been tweezed.

For more on the “breaking” story, click here.

Michael X. Ferraro is the author of Numbelievable and Tazed and Confused: The Shocking Poetic Recap of the 2010 Baseball Season

 

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