Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Poetry Corner

A young man of spirit, named Epstein
Attempted to build a great ball team.
But the DL soon filled
with the highly-paid, skilled.
Now he hopes to awake from this bad dream.


A back, ribs, a foot and a finger
and some of them starting to linger.
But they'll still play good ball,
and the whole team won't fall
'til Jon Lester goes down with a stinger.

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