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Poem Details | by
Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
baseball, funny, humorous,
I am a fat oriole from Baltimore
With baseball cap and baseball mitt
I became a star cause well I could really hit
Made my money, to build my nest
Never grew up, cause I was born with good luck
I am a big fat Oriole I say to you
Now I am retired
So I sit in by chair
Eating my Oreos, double stuffed flair
Oriole oriole eating my oreos
I am fat cookie, a Baltimore storio
Poem Details | by
Pat Adams |
Categories:
baseball, food, humor, imagery, word play,
With Baseball hotdogs on the run
Caught up in, excitement and fun
Watch where you go
Before you know
You might slip and fall on your bun!
Poem Details | by
Smail Poems |
Categories:
age, angel, baseball, beauty, butterfly, caregiving, celebration, character, child, father daughter, feelings, film, fishing, flower, football, children, for her, friend, fun, funny, gender, girl, girlfriend, giving, graduation, grandfather, grandmother, grandparents, growing up, growth, hair, happiness, happy, health, heart, hero,
Pretty princesses
Dancing all around
Frolicking through fields
Very beautiful
Just like you!
Poem Details | by
Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories:
baseball, humorous,
He stepped to the plate and spit on his han's.
He spit doffing his cap to cheering fans.
Gave his privates a scratch
Spit another huge batch,
Then knocked a home run clean outta the stan's!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2015 All Rights Reserved
Entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Batter Up" Contest
Poem Details | by
Mark Martin |
Categories:
america, baseball, funny, hilarious, humor, humorous, sports,
Diamond battleground
Collector's card currency
Hero factory
Little league conscripts
Vocal parental advice
Therapist's profits
Score report passion
Batting statistics frenzy
Relive by numbers
Glossary nightmare
Commentator's lexicon
Head scratching jargon
World series warfare
Stadium armageddon
Sponsorship looting
Counterfeit rounders?
Diplomatic incident!
Sanctions on cricket!
Entry to "the national pastime" contest
Written 12th February 2017
Notes: "Rounders" is a game played in both the UK and Ireland with similar rules to baseball https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rounders
Poem Details | by
Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories:
baseball, humor, murder, parody, satire, song, sports,
Take me out to the kill people game
Turn me loose on the crowd
Give me some kidneys and backs to crack
I don't care who it is I attack
Let me bash, bash, bash as they scream loud
If they don't die it's a shame
Cuz it's one, two, three strikes you're dead
In the old kill people game.
Poem Details | by
Robert Heemstra |
Categories:
baseball, humorous, life,
life's a knuckle ball
with so many curves and turns
watch out for that bat
Poem Details | by
Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories:
baseball, basketball, games, high school, humor, teacher, teen,
IBM
UBM
ICBM
On the floor.
Poem Details | by
Rudolph Rinaldi |
Categories:
baseball, funny, god,
mostly
happy
ever after
hanging
upside down from a rafter
giving my cherished name
to short splintered sticks
that hits long balls
out of sight
both day and night and
did I mention the difficulty that I have
in going while hanging upside down
God made it so that
I must move to move
and stand upright
Poem Details | by
Vicki Acquah |
Categories:
baseball, humorous, parody,
ANNOYING GAME
Annoying Game
Cheers
quite annoying
voices mutter
quiet chatter
huddled in confusion
Boring broadcasters
feigns excitement
children watching
not so mellow drama
The curse preventing
Felix the cat's first act
more chatter accompanies
horrible organ music.
Resounding cheers
Greeks speaks
plays called.
"he walks the bases "
on cleats.
Dinner is served
on T.V. trays
Uncle does not move
He sits on the throne
commandeering black
and white screens
with rabbit ears.
I wait for the final cheers
Of the win, Yes, It’s over
or the Boo's for losers
Baseball, way to ruin
a child's summer.!
Poem Details | by
Mark Goodson |
Categories:
father, funny, nostalgia, son, sports,
As a new father I coached my little league son
He was clumsy and uncoordinated
Picked dandelions in the outfield
Watched bumble bees fly and hum
Would run to a grounder and watch it stop
pick it up to throw it but it would drop
He enjoyed his team mates for they were friends
He struck out more than hitting the ball
Funny thing was he would always run whether he did or not
How I wanted him to hit the ball so hard
Perhaps a grand- slam homerun for him and my heart
But the greatness was in him- he was part of the team
His greatest joy was afterwards
When we’d all go get ice-cream
Poem Details | by
Bill Yates |
Categories:
baseball, humor, life,
There is a street in town
Where porridge is drawn up,
Where loafing is a virtue
And spitting is the sport of kings.
Old London town would be so proud
Of all the knaves and fools
Who frolic all day long
Then sleep amid the ruins.
Edgar was the given name
Of one young fool
Who skipped along the padded street
One whistle to his name.
He loved the maiden Joan of Arc
Whose beauty was untrue.
Both expired the self-same day,
No penny to their names.
And me, I get along somehow
Standing on a rock,
While fishing in a muddy hole,
I never watch the clock.
Poem Details | by
G. Jay |
Categories:
baseball, funny, memory,
Oh, dear what could the matter be?
At twice the ripen age of three
Was standing to bat at the tee
Though staring blankly at a tree
“Take a swing,” the coach was a she
Agreeing, taking it firmly
Hitting and Sending the ball free
Then sprinting expeditiously
A slide worthy of the laundry
“Keep running,” they all said loudly
“What? Huh? Run?” I said breathlessly
The other team look on eagerly
“Oh, ya,” was the last to hit, lovely
Taking two steps, "out!" no mercy
That's it. No more baseball for me
My last t-ball activity
February 11, 2018 Updated 5/14/2019
Poem Details | by
Harold Hunt Sr |
Categories:
baseball, cat, funny, humorous, silly,
The first game of spring
It was the first game of the year.
The go lumpducks vs the hot rugcats.
On 1st base for the hot rugcats is: Tiny judy mad cat
On 2nd is Flash betty furball
At short stop is licky slip maybell
On 3rd three leg piggy polecat
Rt field Cassy cool cat
Cfield Tiffy Mudcat
Lt field Vicky short pants Field cat.
Pitching Wild arm Jayne legcat
Catching Junkcat Kitty
The game is cancel due to Rats on the field the team is hard to control
A real mess the lumpducks left after the first rat was tore apart.
But that's your line up for tomorrows game.
Poem Details | by
Thomas Martin |
Categories:
baseball, humorous,
Never had the courage to say,
"Hi Beautiful, will you go to bed with me?"
My face would probably get slapped
But as they say in baseball
many strikeouts for a Home Run.
Poem Details | by
Jimmi Canada |
Categories:
baby, baseball, car, earth, endurance, for him, funny, identity, light, lust, night, storm, words,
Would you make my phone ring?
Would desire retake the wild that perspires as the legend is written yet the time goes unnaffected?
Babe the world gets no smaller,
I am the right caller,
no-one could say a thing
like the lights growing in stalling words,
we will gather for our area's that we expedite,
and will mighty-kite none-for-less when our strife scars at the right heights, tights, and whites, even fights!
We will always resign because more and more is what's needed,
every time!
Poem Details | by
Bill Baker |
Categories:
baseball, boy, fun, funny, school,
There was a player on our team we called Rick
He hit third and was really a great stick
When on the bases, he made strange faces
And always thought that he could steal bases
Another out, he was slow as a brick
Poem Details | by
Randy Freie |
Categories:
baseball, christmas, dance, giggle, holiday, tree,
It was late Christmas Eve
When awakened by a noise
I was hoping it was Santa
With a hefty bag of toys
Peeking from my bedroom
Caught a vision really wild
Santa covered all in tinsel
And giggling like a child
He spun around the floor
As if nothing else to lose
Stripped down to his boxers
Wearing ballerina shoes
Still whirling like a dervish
I guess he couldn't see
After tripping on the sofa
He crashed into our tree
But still he kept on laughing
As though a great big joke
He then lit up his pipe
And blew out a cloud of smoke
There was such a pungent odor
I could tell it wasn't holly
It smelled like Maui Wowie
No wonder he's so jolly
Poem Details | by
Rudolph Rinaldi |
Categories:
baseball, destiny, feelings, funny, humorous, life, nonsense,
people move on
to the promised land
is only a real estate pitch
sometimes a fast ball
sometimes a slow pitch
a spit ball, a knuckle ball, a curve
sometimes they just roll it
between your legs
Poem Details | by
Pat Adams |
Categories:
abuse, baseball, humor,
Children hit a ball through their window
It crashed into their bedroom inside
Hitting his wife right between the legs
She complained to her husband wide eyed
She told him,"Go out there and get them"
"That hurt me so much it still lingers"
He said,"I will, because I'm hurt too"
"It almost broke three of my fingers!"
Poem Details | by
Connie Pachecho |
Categories:
baseball, humor,
Jack And Sue's Fling In Park
Jack wanted to hit the ball with Sue
Though his bat was small he liked to woo
Sue liked long fly balls
Ones that hit the walls
When Jack took his swing Sue played it through
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Poem Details | by
Robert L. Hinshaw |
Categories:
baseball, humorous,
Major League Baseball announced there'll be no spitting during the game.
Lord have mercy! Baseball without spitting will never again be the same!
(Kein spucken - German for "no spitting")
Poem Details | by
Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
baseball, drug, humorous,
With a slippery substance, he doctored the baseball
~ showing no respect for the medical profession at all
Poem Details | by
Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
baseball, humorous, pain,
Old Fauci was to throw out the first ball
Donald Trump wasn't invited at all --
Doc said, "You catch me, OK?"
Trump agreed, "Without delay!" --
Fauci's pitch hit Trump's abdominal wall
_____________________________
Note: MLB = Major League Baseball
Poem Details | by
Anais Vionet |
Categories:
11th grade, allegory, baseball, cute love, humorous, teen, teen love,
It didn’t work out. *sigh*
What were the odds? Statistics...
- love isn’t baseball.
Where do regrets start?
Should I regret the sunset
- or mourn holding hands?
Or shame desire?
Baseball.. Well, at least he
didn't get to first base. =]