Love Me, Vendor

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.


Published in Ballparks, Fans, Food, Limerick | Link to this poem | 2 Comments

Love Me, Vendor: 2 Comments

  1. stu wrote,

    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.

  2. Michael X. Ferraro wrote,

    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.

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