To Pitch a B itch

I often post my poems “A I” - (AS IS) Spelchek uses “R”s and I don’t We us “H’s” instead (we paahk R caahs in Haavaad yaad) We’ve been known To pitch a B itch Mostly about those F-N Yankees We “gawk at visitors from New Yawk” We eat “bay gulls” for breakfast Sprinkle “jimmies” on our ice cream Buy our booze at the “packie” Return all one fingered salutes Drink from the bottle…cuz we know the bartenders Believe that crosswalks are for sissy’s That “cursive” is a language Our politicians are as crooked as our roads We will BOO the home team when they “piss us off” Then call them WICKED PISSA when they do well (we even have it on cups and T-shirts) AI would unscrew itself if it had to listen to our conversations We are who we are DEAL WITH IT… Someone from New York will tell ya where to go Someone from Boston will tell you how to get there