American Time Passed
It’s a lousy game nothing happens for hours
Then it’s over,
Before you even know it.
Who cares who’s on first
Tinker to Evers to Chance the home team sucks—
S’cuse my dugout language.
Plus, you got your umpires calling a strike a ball and vice versa
Miracle workers, Huh.
With two outs, men on base
GM yanks his pitcher,
Yep, home run follows.
What a relief it is!
Well, that’s it for me
Don’t much care anymore.
Heading Fridge-wards
Cold ‘Gansett, anyone?
—Bunny L. Richards