Monday, October 15, 2012

The Ofers

To diagnose the Yankees' ills,
Don't sacrifice a gopher
And scan for signs in its entrails --
The problem is the ofers.

Infante was tattooed, not tagged.
The call at second wasn't kosher
But potential outrage only dragged
Down this lineup full of ofers.

Beyond JV, the Tiges ain't sound--
Hell, they're staying with their "closer"!--
But slow-pitch softball might confound
This Murderer's Row of ofers.

They'll ponder their plight in the limo,
Asking advice of their chaffeur.
Unless he's Morgan Freemon, IMHO,
There's no remedy for these ofeurs.

Get ready for a shopping spree
When the season's mercifully over.
A blind man's dog throws up to see
This lousy bunch of ofers.

4 comments:

el duque said...

You need a rhyme about the ofers' chauffeurs.

MUSTANG! said...

Taking requests? How about Stouffer's?

Alibi Ike said...

Like "Vertigo" measured 'gainst "Scream"
Or a fine meal compared with Stouffer's,
So far is a championship team
Distant from these warmed-over ofers.

MUSTANG! said...

Perfect. Thank you