Baseball Poem

BABE RUTH'S CURSE I
by Joe Pickering, Jr. 

OUR RED SOX NOW LEAD BY A COUNTRY MILESTILL FEAR GRIPS OUR HEARTS THE CROWD WEARS NO SMILE
BABE'S CURSE IS WITH US ALL CLOUDS GROW DARK
IT'S WORLD SERIES TIME AT OLD FENWAY PARK 

THAT'S NOT DISTANT THUNDER I HEAR FROM THE SKY
BUT MISTER BABE RUTH STEPPING DOWN FROM ON HIGH
BABE'S COMING TO PLAY WITH HIS BAT AND HIS BALL
TO MAKE SURE WE DON'T WIN THE SERIES THIS FALL
CHORUS
HEY MISTER BABE PLEASE GIVE US A BREAK
HOW MUCH MORE CAN THE RED SOX FANS TAKE
IN THE ANNALS OF BASEBALL NONE CAN BE WORSE
THAN THE TERRIBLE TALE OF BABE RUTH'S CURSE

IN THE SERIES OF '18 BASE STRODE TO THE MOUND
AND PROCEEDED TO MOW THE CHICAGO CUBS DOWN
BUT THAT'S THE LAST SERIES THE SOX EVER WON
SOON BABE RUTH WAS TRADED, THE DIRTY DEED DONE 

THE BABE GRABBED THE TRAIN AND LEFT SAD OLD BEANTOWN
TO BUILD UP THE YANKEES AND TEAR THE SOX DOWN
ALL THE FANS AGREE, THE TRADE WAS A SIN
BUT IT WASN'T OUR FAULT BABE SO PLEASE LET US WIN!!  

The Curse of the Bambino
http://www.baseballhistorian.com/html/babe_curse.htm 

Reverse the Curse
http://www.yankeessuck.com/reversethecurse/