by Lew Brickhate
I went down to CHAVEZ RAVINE
With sandpaper and VASELINE.
You see, my goal that NIGHT
Was to strike out Magic MIKE,
Catcher for the Dodger BLUE,
Part of the LaSorda CREW.
He granted me my one big WISH,
Which was to throw a major league PITCH,
But he hit it all NIGHT,
He hit it all NIGHT,
Off the walls, off the LIGHTS,
Fastball, spitball, knuckleball, CURVE,
Seems I got what I DESERVE.
He cracked a line drive back up the MIDDLE,
Solving for me my greatest RIDDLE:
Was I cut out for major league BALL,
Or just to sing about it at some MALL?
The question was all too CLEAR.
I am still glad I have my PAIR,
‘Cause he hit it all NIGHT,
He hit it all NIGHT…..
Published in History, Los Angeles Dodgers, Players, Pure doggerel | Link to this poem | No Comments