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.
‘THE LAST TIME I SAW MARIS’
The last time I saw Maris
His hair was thin and gray,
The memory of his home run year
Was fading fast away,
The last time I saw Maris
His record still at risk,
In Babe Ruth’s town they’d brought him down
With bogus asterisk.
He smiled through all the muted cheers
That he had heard for years,
The chorus of ingratitude
Still ringing in his ears.
The last time I saw Maris
Was that Oldtimers Day,
Before the steroid sluggers came
To batter his fame away.