Life is Good

by James Finn Garner

Winter’s been raw as a campout in Banff.
Your new basement walls are moldy and damp.
Your drapes caught fire from a knocked over lamp—

Relax!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.

Your check-writing hand’s developed a cramp,
Your bills are all due and you ain’t got a stamp,
Creditors cling to your neck like a clamp—

Smile!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.

Your yard now faces a new freeway ramp.
Your son’s engaged to a gold-digging tramp.
Your “guitar hero” neighbor’s just bought a new amp—

Life is good!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.

Reposted 2/22/2010


Published in James Finn Garner, Pure doggerel, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 1 Comment

Life is Good: 1 Comment

  1. Todd Herges wrote,

    Life is good indeed. ML camps are abuzz; birds are tuning their songs; crocuses are waking, preparing for their morning stretch; and James Finn Garner’s annual kickoff poem – which never gets old – is posted once again on Bardball. It’s 9 degrees in Nebraska this morning – thanks, Jim, for providing a little warmth and a little hope.

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