by James Motz
Peralta sees the hardball skip
Sees the speedy runner tip
To slide for second, flips
The ball to force … no? Oh sh**!
How’s he safe? Man, better get
Ready for the next man’s hit
Campana’s fast, let it rip!
Bang bang out! No?! Frick!
Umps call safe – here’s the Skip
Doesn’t matter, Cubs are slick
And set for win. Jhonny spits
his disgust. Tomorrow …
… he will hit
Posted on 06/14/12
Published in Chicago Cubs, Detroit Tigers, Players, Pure doggerel | Link to this poem | 1 Comment
Gary G. wrote,
Bravo!
Link | June 14th, 2012 at 6:16 pm