Best Yankee Poems
Now picture this little scene if you can
On our wedding night, a little humour I had planned
Came into the room looking svelte
Wearing only a Yankee cap and a belt
Needless to say it broke the ice and the night turned out grand
Categories:
yankee, imagery,
Form:
Limerick
I'm a Yankee Drooling Senior
Trousers pulled up nipple high
Poop stains on my shirt and in my hair
Happy but I don't know why
Got to go to see my doctor
Really painful when I pee
All you people hear me farting
Better hide the children
Cause I am about to let one fly
© Jack Ellison 2013
(To the tune of Yankee Doodle Dandy.
Apologies to George M. Cohan.)
I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy
A Yankee Doodle, do or die
A real live nephew of my Uncle Sam
Born on the Fourth of July
I've got a Yankee Doodle sweetheart
She's my Yankee Doodle joy
Yankee Doodle came to London
Just to ride the ponies
I am the Yankee Doodle Boy
Categories:
yankee, funny,
Form:
Lyric
Who’s pitching tonight?
Him? – Oh he’ll do alright
His curveball’s so tight
Yankee Fan
Be it Clemens, Mussina or Meyers
Pettitte, Rivera, Villone
He’s willing to bet on his pitcher
Especially if pitching at home
Jeater – now he’s really something
And A Rod – no equal is found
They cover the left in the infield
And Boy! How they cover that ground
Who’s pitching tonight?
Him? – Oh he’ll do alright
His fastball is so out of sight
Yankee Fan
Pin stripes are high fashion to him
Even fat guys look kind of slim
With the pants ending just at shin
In fashion they always win
He’s been in the House that Ruth Built
He’d sit there though heat made him wilt
He’s loyal without any guilt
He’s Yankee clean up to the hilt
Team roster? He knows every man
The batboy? He’ll name him – he can
This isn’t some fair weather fan
George Steinbrenner – yea – He’s da man
Who’s pitching tonight?
Him? – Oh he’ll do alright
His slider is simply a fright
Yankee Fan
Sure there’s work to be done by this evening
There are papers to read and to write
And it’s early but still he is leaving
The Yankees are playing tonight!
Who’s pitching today?
Doesn’t matter – no way
Yanks are playing hooray!
Yankee Fan!
Categories:
yankee, sports
Form:
Rhyme
The spirits come for a late night ethereal visit
the little girl announces her presence
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
With that... all sense of hearing dissapears
next comes paralysis with its icy grip, breath chocked by irrational fear
Now starts the grainy images of an old terrible black and white news reel
fuzzy subtitles of smiling troops whose words we cannot read or hear
with loud military music assaulting the ears.
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
Silence returns as the gates of hell swing open right on cue,
the cast of ghostly characters come into view
all take their place until the scene is complete,
the silence is broken by a lone heart beat.
She takes her place in the news reel's flickering images of light
The camera follows her every move, a crescendo of music as her spirit takes flight,
for this maybe the first time she ever experienced a confectionery delight.
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
Her and many faceless children come laughing, disembodied hands reaching out
to the young soldiers in return receiving tootsie rolls and gummi bears
Pleasant encounters must now end... with a village elder and authoritarian shouts.
We watch her run home laughing with a pocket full of candy to share.
Evil breaths in, Evil breaths out... exhaling caustic hate
The Acrid fumes blinds our eyes
as shadowy figures materialize...
for this little pretty little girl was nothing more than bait
The small moment of humanity will be exchanged for eternal despair
She must return with her pink backpack to complete this morbid affair.
Running calling to us, laughing holding it out for us to see
Boom then she is gone, nothing but a red mist where she used to be.
Breath in, Breath out
there is no need
for you to grieve
Your pain is validation both you and I live
there is nothing to forgive
no need to pay anymore dues
fore I am your guardian now watching over you
Evil knows no bounds as it locks people into such cruel fates.
We both are sorry for meeting that March day
and with that the flickering news reel ends.
we part ways again.
Categories:
yankee, death, dream, memory, recovery
Form:
ABC
Yankee Doodle went to Maine
Riding on a snail.
By the time he reached Bangor,
He was old and frail!
Categories:
yankee, children
Form:
Rhyme
I stared at all the jerseys
Worn by Yogi, Mickey, Lou,
The Babe and Derek Jeter,
Thurman Munson, Roger, too…
And I realized all these Yankees,
Those alive and those who’ve died,
Wore those uniforms, no matter when,
With dignity and pride.
For so many baseball players,
Playing ball was all they knew.
They were lucky that success rewarded
What they loved to do.
At the stadium, we cheered them
For each time they got on base,
With an inkling of whose jersey
Will join others in that case.
Categories:
yankee, baseball,
Form:
Rhyme
Having no colour honour or even humour
such a shame on you
liking glamour honour and favour just for weddings
and there the colourist painters
anaemic thoughts let us not be paralysed by our difference
like in the aeroplanes above
we do both now travel
and dream of the Broadway theatres
(lettuce keep our connexion)
Categories:
yankee, humor, language,
Form:
Free verse
Brave young men, missions of laughter
Returnees ~ wounded ever after
Categories:
yankee, song, war,
Form:
Crystalline
Yankee Doodle
had a poodle,
and its name was Tony.
He fed this dog on fish and chips
and lots of macaroni.
Yankee Doodle
lacks a poodle.
Now he has a terrier.
Every day it learns new tricks.
The more it learns, the merrier.
Categories:
yankee, dog, humor, pets,
Form:
Burlesque
Early Snow in Yankee Land
By Elton Camp
How glad I am to live in the Sunny South
Though I must hear, “Well shut my mouth.”
“Youse guys” have an early start this fall
October snow has knocked out power & all
With heavy, wet snow and gusting wind
Limbs have fallen on power lines again
Your planes can’t fly & your cars can’t roll
So on your lives it is taking a heavy toll
You can’t depend on trains to get you back
Downed trees and signals stopped Amtrak
If you Yankees retire & don’t need to earn
Move South and do yourself a good turn
As long as a tornado doesn’t blow you away
You’ll find the South a far better place to stay
Categories:
yankee, funny, snow, power, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm a Yankee Drooling Senior
Trousers pulled up nipple high
Food stains on my shirt and in my hair
Happy but I don't know why
Got to see my family doctor
Really painful when I pee
All you people hear me farting
Better hide the children
Cause I am about to let one fly
(To the tune of Yankee Doodle Dandy.
Apologies to George M. Cohan.)
Categories:
yankee, fun,
Form:
Free verse
Yankee Doodle Dandy
It’s where I’ve fallen and where I lay.
Ashes to ashes, cradle to grave,
Where drums roll and the fife is played.
Where the bell tolls, it tolls for me.
Dust to dust, pray tell, “It’s Liberty!—
It’s Yankee Doodle Dandy.”
It’s where I lie and where I’ll be
When they come to bury me.
Cover me, and let me rest in peace.
***
Note:
The “American Revolutionary War,” aka the American War of Independence, took place from April 19, 1775, to September 3, 1783, between Great Britain and the thirteen British colonies in North America.
According to a few accounts, when General Cornwallis (1738–1805), the commander of the British forces, whose officers surrendered to General George Washington (1732–1799), the commander of the Continental Army at Yorktown, Virginia, on October 19, 1781, the retreating, defeated British troops were met by an American band playing “Yankee Doodle.”
On September 3, 1783, the “Treaty of Paris” was signed between Great Britain and the United States, ending the American Revolutionary War and establishing the borders between British North America and the United States of America.
Categories:
yankee, america, independence day, patriotic,
Form:
Verse
them Yankee birds have squeaky words,
our Joh the crow goes AAAAArk,
when they motor is in park,
theys in the feathers dark,
a cunning old black bird...
way south in Aus...of cos...
case ya havent heard...
re:"Black Farewell" Laura Breidenthal
Don Johnson
Categories:
yankee, adventure,
Form:
Rhyme
I watched the Yankee game until
I couldn't stay awake
(Though flipping back to C.S.I.,
A habit I can't break).
So when I heard that they had won
It wasn't a surprise,
'Cause they were in the lead around
The time I closed my eyes.
I felt for all the Cleveland fans
Who witnessed their team lose.
It's hard to swallow that defeat
At home, despite the booze.
But now there are more games to watch
So I can root, root, root.
When your team plays, it's much more fun -
Of that, there's no dispute.
Categories:
yankee, baseball,
Form:
Rhyme
it was like being inside a big machine that wants
to be noisy and disrupt your senses
and the blades whirred at speeds I could'nt see,
over the rice fields and boots of the dead and
the cartidge-case stairs thumped their tattoo down
to the heart of the Viet Cong (who were they?)
guys just like us...
and the explosion rocked the machine and bits of brain
and a pool(blood) crept past our feet...
and dripped to the water and fields below
and he was shouting something important but i could'nt
hear, I could'nt hear...the fear had got my throat...the fear,
Jesus I'm sorry but I just could'nt hear...
and everything was going haywire and guys were dying
and it had all gone wrong... not the way it was meant to be
and who were they who had done this blunderbus work,
mouths agape shooting into the sun?
they were guys,they were guys... just like us
Categories:
yankee, anger, loss, war,
Form:
Free verse