Goblin face with tortured eyes,
Crusted skins on pumpkin pies,
Leaves a-crumbling, brown and red,
Like Ted Williams' head.
Children kicking there and here,
Soccer with the frozen sphere!
Playing near the old woodshed,
With Ted Williams' head.
Youk still angry; Dustin, short,
Bro still in and out of court;
Papi's pee still glowing red,
Like Ted Williams' head.
Old John Henry, back to scratch,
Two Viagras, down the hatch!
Owner's wife asleep in bed,
Like Ted Williams' head.
Dice K throwing every day,
Elbow hurts? He'll be OK!
Schilling's heel still painted red,
Like Ted Williams' head.
Redsock Nation, full of fight,
Nothing on TV tonight.
Days grown chilly, cold and dead,
Like Ted Williams' head.
(Yankiverse: Please mail this to every Redsock fan you know.)
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It will be a long cold winter
For Boston and the Splendid Splinter.
Look, you guys. Theo explained this. We will have a couple of years waiting out some contracts and growing some kids in Pawtucket. During this time, we will let you win, so that your band of sulkers and pouters doesn't just give up. Have fun while you can.
would this fit?
While the Yanks win Championship twenty-seven,
Their legendary greats watch from Heaven.
Red Sox hearts are heavy as lead,
Like Ted Williams’ head.
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