Milwaukee Fans, With Heads High

By Stuart Shea

It’s been a good year,
And we still have beer.
Prince may be gone,
But our buzz is still on.

Published in Fans, History, Milwaukee Brewers, Players, Pure doggerel, Stu Shea | Link to this poem | 10 Comments

Milwaukee Fans, With Heads High: 10 Comments

  1. Ember Nickel wrote,

    Personally, I would reverse the order of the couplets.

  2. Hilary Barta wrote,

    As they tally and gawk at the stats,
    the fans in Milwaukee say “drats!”
    Their season finis,
    they won’t drink chablis —
    these manly men always have Blatz

  3. Hilary Barta wrote,


    As they tally and gawk at the stats,
    the fans in Milwaukee say “drats!”
    Their season finis,
    with their cheese no chablis –
    a man’s man will always choose Blatz

  4. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Flip the couplets . . . and drop the commas – none needed.

    More demonstrative:

    Prince may be gone
    But our buzz still on

    It’s been a good year
    And we still have beer

  5. Hilary Barta wrote,

    Everyone’s a critic. And (shudder) an editor!

  6. Stephen Jones wrote,

    Never an editor – simply an observer/suggester. Your writing is yours, alone – will always be.

  7. Ember Nickel wrote,

    Sorry. I’m taking a poetry class now so I have to pretend to be deep and insightful about my peers’ work.

  8. Stretch wrote,

    I’m taking a class too … “Bardball Comment Studies 101.”

    Learning lots.

    Glad I didn’t weigh in this morning when I first read it. My thought then (and still): Good one Stu! Simple, clean, concise. Me like!

    Also like Hillary’s second take! Perfecto. (I think I may have served the last can of Blatz in Central Illinois, in about 1992. The contents were brewed sometime in the ’70s, judging by the level of skunkiness. The retired bus driver who ordered it complained not a whit. No beer snob he!)

  9. Hilary Barta wrote,

    The Last Blatz sounds like a pithy end-of-an-era short story. Or a booze drenched noir.

  10. James Finn Garner wrote,

    “Blatz” is one of those names that would never pass inspection today for a brand. Too aggressive, too ethnic, too … onomatopoeic. Gross.

    We have an old lard can around here somewhere. Brand name: Flechtner’s.

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