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Derek  

Will you be able to bear it?  

First weekend in May  

And who the Yankees will play, 

Bringing slugging Louisville woods  

Tigers score if they could.  

In the Bronx  

Bombers get what they want.  

While springtime proposes  

A tradition featuring red roses.  

In Kentucky, a Derby is always held.  

Stories these four legged athletes do tell.  

As three-year Olds  

Being very bold  

In weather no longer cold  

Hanging in their stalls  

Standing tall  

Waiting for publicity and post time calls  

Dreaming of a Seabiscuit run  

When the mile dirt something is done  

Everybody will be wondering who actually won.  

Cheering having fun.  

Applauding the one  

Off to the winner circle celebrating in the warm bluegrass sun.  

On the first  

Your Marlins will have the thirst.  

Using those bats  

To physically challenge the politically hosted Nats  

Retired Pinstripe General German American King George watching from heaven.  

Monitoring the two-dollar betting  

While conversing with Mr. Ruth  

Getting the Highlander truth  

And Mr. Martin will still stir the marinara sauce.  

Screaming and yelling, “yeah yeah you are the boss.”  

All this is summer entertaining.  

Purpose is relaxing so who is complaining. 

Good luck playing Donnie ball.  

Fielding a civil warrior army whose names are not on any military memorial wall.  

Instead, their remembrance could be in a record book.  

Noticed if a fan decided to look.  

As I end this seventh inning stretch  

I do hear Cracker Jacks do make a nice afternoon mouthwatering catch.

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