Oh, You’ve Got Yourself a No-Trade Clause! (By Dr. T.S. Geisel)

By Stu Shea

You may think you’ve traded me,
For some prospect at Pulaski,
But call my agent–he knows laws.
I have myself a no-trade clause!

I will not go to this new town,
I will not go by air or ground!
You should have asked before you dealt,
Before you tried to swap my pelt,
If I would play for Greeber City,
Feembertown,
Or Veedenvelt.

 


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Oh, You’ve Got Yourself a No-Trade Clause! (By Dr. T.S. Geisel): 1 Comment

  1. James Finn Garner wrote,

    I won’t go to Swampistan
    to be part of their rebuilding plan.
    I won’t go to Keeblebrux–
    We all know their nightlife sucks.

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