Swings the Body Electric (World Series Game 3)

by Hilary Barta

Like Zeus with his shattering bolts
LaRussa’s best batter packs volts
.     Like a powerful god
.     from his towering bod
flows the juice to the bat of Puholz

I’m sure you all know by now that Hilary posts his limericks on monster movies, noir thrillers and comic books every day at LimerWrecks, but I thought I’d remind you all the same.


Published in Limerick, Players, St. Louis Cardinals, Texas Rangers | Link to this poem | 3 Comments

Swings the Body Electric (World Series Game 3): 3 Comments

  1. Hilary Barta wrote,

    Puholz or Pujols?

    My spelling is not very gud
    My typos turn would into wood
    With these errors aplenty
    I need cognoscenti
    to ensure that my gist’s understood

  2. Anonymous wrote,

    With strength of five thousand wet poodles
    he swings his bat like it was noodles
    Remember his name
    He’s destined for fame
    The mightily mispronounced Pujols

  3. Hilary Barta wrote,

    Of power and size he has oodles
    He’s got the whole kit of caboodles
    When Pujols uncoils
    good pitches he spoils
    right out of the park, saying “toodles!”

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