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.
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As long as the "Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim" (tm, all rights reserved, used by permission. Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.) can win a World Series, then the NYY still have a shot at it. Keep those dreams alive, Annie.
Write on!
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