Thursday, June 5, 2014

Ode to the Gerbil

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.

7 comments:

Stang said...

Nice one, Ike.

Austria's Only Baseball Fan said...

A most appropriate tribute! Thanks for your insight, kindness, and on-target wit!

Ken of Brooklyn said...

Perfect, many thanks Ike!

JM said...

The Gerbil...he will be missed. Great poem.

Anonymous said...

Epic. Very well written.

KD said...

Please, sir. may we have more?

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