The Venezuelan League
by Hilary Barta, assisted by Sid Yiddish
In the winter they swarm to Caracas
Where the fans, true to form, shake maracas
. Down there all the players
. Don’t wear many layers
As the sun keeps them warm in the tuchas.
No Joy in Mudville
by Jim Siergey
This World Series sure done went screwy
with champs being wild card St. Looey
. Midwest thinks it’s grand
. but Cubs fans sneer and
collectively catcall, “Ah, Phooey!”
The Upside to Discretionary World Series Watching
by James Finn Garner
I wish Detroit had gone farther,
not so quickly emptied their larder
. but I feel I’m in luck
. to not hear Joe Buck
and double that for Colonel McCarver.
Swings the Body Electric (World Series Game 3)
by Hilary Barta
Like Zeus with his shattering bolts
LaRussa’s best batter packs volts
. Like a powerful god
. from his towering bod
flows the juice to the bat of Puholz
I’m sure you all know by now that Hilary posts his limericks on monster movies, noir thrillers and comic books every day at LimerWrecks, but I thought I’d remind you all the same.
Wisconsin Royalty
by Jonathan Eig
There once was a Prince from Milwankee
Whose wife gave him no hanky panky
. I’ll be ready, she said,
. To take you to bed
When you swing your big bat as a Yankee
Jonathan Eig is the author of Luckiest Man: The Life and Death of Lou Gehrig, Opening Day: The Story of Jackie Robinson’s First Season, and Get Capone, all now out in paperback.
