Baseball Poem

WHEN THE YANKEES WIN

WHEN THE YANKEES WIN IT'S PURE DELIGHT,
I CAN SUFFER FOOLS I CAN SLEEP AT NIGHT

I CAN SIT IN TRAFFIC ULCER-FREE
EVEN LETTING CARS IN FRONT OF ME.

I'VE A QUICKER STEP I'VE A BROADER GRIN
WHEN THE LAST OUT'S MADE AND THE YANKEES WIN.

ELOQUENT I WAX, CLEVERLY I PUN
WHEN WE'VE GOT TORONTO ON THE RUN

AND WHEN THE RED AND WHITE SOX SLIP,
MY HEART FILLS UP WITH FELLOWSHIP

AND PRIDE AS I REFLECT THEIR GLORY,
WATCHING SCOTT PUNCH FISTS WITH TORRE.

JOYFULLY I'M GIVING THANKS
AS EMPTY BASES FILL WITH YANKS

AND WHEN AND IF THEY'RE CLEARED BY JETER
STARS ARE BRIGHTER AIR IS SWEETER,

RICH THE COFFEE CRISP THE BAGEL
WINNING GAMES WITH CONE AND NEAGLE.

HOW MY FORTUNES RISE AND FALL
WITH BERNIE, TINO, CHUCK AND PAUL

GOODEN, JUSTICE, JORGE, ROCKET,
PUTTING PENNANTS IN THEIR POCKETS,

EL DUQUE, MARIANO, HILL,
PETTITTE, OH MY HEART BE STILL !

HOW LIGHT THAT HEART, HOW FREE OF CARES
WHEN OUR SHOES TOUCH HOME MORE THAN THEIRS !!

NO NEED FOR THEM TO WIN EACH DAY,
JUST LET THEM WIN ON DAYS THEY PLAY !

Carol P, Yankee Poet Laureate (self-proclaimed)