A Yankee Fan's Lament

Poe-thetic
Once upon a Wednesday dreary
As I toiled weak and weary,
Rose a blood red stain on baseball’s final chore.

So full the moon, but quickly shaded
Eclipsed by shame and sadly faded
Went the redbirds, swept in four.

Til a blood red moon appear
Til then no Bosox bat to fear
Gently tapping, tapping, tapping at Bambino’s door.

A freak nocturnal apparition
In the spookiest tradition
Only this...and nothing more.

Await the Red to win again?
Not in this lifetime, my friend
All I know is...nevermore.