Old Zim
When I think of him
Looks like chaw and tar
And a grand har-har
To those squares
Who don't care
About baseball
And giving your all
For what you love.
And when push comes to shove,
Had Martinez been 70,
Zim would've pounded him plenty.
You're our kind of guy.
Goodbye, Popeye.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Ode to the Gerbil
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Alibi Ike
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7 comments:
Nice one, Ike.
A most appropriate tribute! Thanks for your insight, kindness, and on-target wit!
Perfect, many thanks Ike!
The Gerbil...he will be missed. Great poem.
Epic. Very well written.
Please, sir. may we have more?
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