Clerihews for the All-Star Game

by James Finn Garner

Joe Mauer
Has no need to feel dour.
He’ll get a trip to the Big Apple for frees
Without having to play the Yankees.

Jason Castro
Is the lone Astro.
He brings Bigfoot to mind
As the sole representative of his kind.

Bartolo Colon
Doesn’t climb the mound alone.
He relies on his teammates, and God,
And Big Pharma supporting his ancient bod.

Freddie Freeman
Must be some kind of he-man.
He’ll play in New York instead of Puig.
Too bad that now, I don’t give a fuig.


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