Tiger Woes

By Millie Bovich

Dear boys of summer, cheeks of tan,
We’re listed now “they also ran”.

Who would’ve, could’ve thought last spring
The pennant home they would not  bring?

But pitch relief and you will find
Hitters of another kind.

Our big pay bats could not produce
And as result, too bad, we “loose”.

But thanks for summer’s fun and wins.
The fourteen season soon begins!

For baseball we’ve become as slaves
And  hope the next opponents shave!

 
Only a cad would say exactly how many years Millie has been a Tigers fan, but we’re betting it’s longer than any of you.


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