Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
Before nary a pitch had been thrown
One would swear that the outcome was known
To elude Detroit’s ace
Would be shrewd–no disgrace
And when e’er you can’t win, you postpone.
Though of rain, not a drip had yet dropped,
‘Fore the game even started they stopped
Of a squall not a trace,
But was called “Justn” case,
While the Sox the division still topped.
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Near the bottom the Cubbies have crept
They’ve been rotten, a club most inept
So, against the top Nats,
No defense and no bats,
All they got was a drubbing — Nats swept.
Though the Nats are on pace to be best,
Their poor fan-base will face quite a test
Eyes will stray to the bench
And their canines they’ll clench,
When Steve Strasburg, their ace, gets a rest.
Stepping into the box he was preening
And then over the plate he kept leaning
So the pitcher got peeved,
And a splitter he heaved…
Now the show-off’s in shock from the beaning.
Although tickets cost a steep price
A ball game at Wrigley is nice
But this Cub ball team
To me, it does seem,
Is going through spring training twice
Jim Siergey is a writer, illustrator and creator of, among other things, Cultural Jet Lag, which can be found on his blog here.