by Hilary Barta
At a ballgame the eats can’t be beat
And they haul all the treats to your seat
.     You can sit on your rear
.     While you sip from your beer
And just call for a sweet encased meat.
Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
If you want to eat well at the park,
You might as well walk in the dark.
‘Tween the soda and meat,
The salty and sweet,
Your stomach will feel like a quark.
Beefier than the New York Yanks
are those delicious ballpark franks.
There’s no way to deny
their calorie count is high,
since all of the umpires wear Spanx.