Vogelsong for the Asking

By Stu Shea

The ‘Jints needed some starting arm to go long
So Bruce Bochy sang out a sweet Vogelsong.

To go east while trailing 2-0 would be wrong,
So S.F. was glad to have Ryan Vogelsong.

Pence gives talks, Wilson’s beard’s like King Kong,
But Monday the star was one R. Vogelsong.

Working the fastball in/out like ping-pong,
Control and command were the sweet Vogelsong.

He hit and he pitched and he rang SL’s gong,
The 35-year-old ex-Buc R. Vogelsong.

If San Fran continues to play hard and strong,
They’ll owe it so much to that old Vogelsong.

Short of running down Castro in naught but a thong,
He did it all Monday, did R. Vogelsong.


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