Ode to My Favorite Relief Pitcher

by Thelma Parker

Tom Martin can really throw the ball,
And I think, but I’m not sure, that Tom is kind of tall.
If Tom Martin ever goes, I will cry.
That day will make me want to die,
I will not lie.

Tom Martin is like the sun
And I am the earth,
Revolving around him.

Tom Martin is the earth,
And I am the moon,
Mooning over him.

There is no pitcher ever as good as he.
He is in all of my fantasies.
I think that Tom should never get a day off,
It’s the only way the Rockies will ever make the playoffs.

Posted 7/31/07 

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