Boxing Day
By Above Average
Don't hold your breath
Don't bite your tongue
There's still way too much
That's left undone
Let them hear us
Loud and clear
We want a better team
Next Year
Yankees Brasses
Get off your asses
And turn off that Steinbrenner
Molasses
No Yamamoto
But we still need pitching
or we'll never stop
Our collective bitching.
You tell 'em, AA!
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ReplyDeleteNicely done, AA.
On point AA, thank you!
ReplyDeleteClearly the Babe Ruth photo is from before the no facial hair policy.
ReplyDeleteAs to the poem... a worthy effort.
Sadly, we no longer live in a time when poetry could still move men's minds and hearts. Alas, I fear your verse will fall upon the deafest of ears.
Doug - one can hope - one can dream - but I fear 24 will be lean
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