Browse all poems and songs in the 'Pure doggerel' Category


Whiskers Like Wrigley

by Jim Siergey

This concept, though weird,
causes me trouble:
If a ball gets tossed in
Or merely lost in
Justin Turner’s beard,
Is it a ground rule double?

 



Getting His Licks In

by James Finn Garner

Does it matter that
Yasiel Puig licks his bat?
Something, I mean,
Apart from hygiene?
Is it nerves? Is it taste?
An act done in haste?
When speculation’s void,
Ask Sigmund Freud.

 



Rue Confessions

by James Finn Garner

It’s time for apple picking
I need to clean the gutters
Might fix that drawer that’s sticking
Closet mess gives me shudders

Books to read, letters to pen,
Chores too numerous to name
I’d trade all this, plus more again
If I could watch another game.

 



Pen of Bull

by James Finn Garner

Strop, Rondon, Duensing and Edwards
Nothing instigates dread like these words

Edwards, Duensing, Strop and Rondon
Strewing more walks than a team can condone

Rondon, Duensing, Edwards and Strop
Barren of any resilience or hope

Edwards, Strop, Rondon and Duensing
Fill me in later ‘cuz I can’t keep watching

 



Watching the Yankees/Indians ALDS Rubber Game

by Stephen Jones

I realized, late in the game,
That things have changed–it’s not the same.

The future of baseball is now
Summed up in just one word–pow.

No more round-the-bases conga dancing–
It’s power pitching and power hitting.

Maybe this’ll bring in younger fans.
That’s what MLB wants in the stands.

Anyway: live arm … and live bat–
Right now, it’s as simple as that.

 

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