Poetic License: ‘Two Baseball Poems’
“Limo Me Out to the Ball Game”
Limo me out to the ball game,
Seat me far from the crowd.
Serve me champagne and filet mignon,
I don’t care if no one makes home.
Let’s hoot, hoot, hoot at the home team.
What they charge for this box is a shame,
“Cause it’s one, two, three grand you’re out
At the new ball game.
“No More Outs to Play”
They have all moved away, The stadium’s shut and still. No more outs to play.
No one to shout hooray Or feel late inning thrill, They have all moved away.
No summer noon display Of valor, speed and skill. No more outs to play.
Nor high priced stars to pay Or luxury box to fill – They have all moved away.
As empty stands decay, Grass shrouds the pitcher’s hill, No more outs to play.
One last fireworks array Delivers final kill. They have all moved away. No more outs to play.