Llfeproof, I see your gauntlet thrown down
Is my life rough enough to smash your crown?
Are my depths so deep to make you drown?
If I leave you on the dash when I’m in town
Can you take the heat; will you melt down?
I’ll pitch you to my son; he’ll knock you downtown
Maybe even all the way to Cooperstown
Take you on a sweaty run, sun-up to sundown
Wear you on my hip when I ride ‘round
Subject you to every ride on the playground
(But modern playgrounds are all padded down)
Dance all day and night at a howdown
Take you to Tombstone for a showdown
Pick a fight with a boxer of world renown
Ask a pro wrestler to see his best takedown
Drop you at the ranch in something brown
Leave you in a wok in Chinatown
Then take you to a masseuse for a rubdown
If I can’t defeat you, should I be let down?
Not rugged enough, should I wear a gown?
It appears that you survived, what a comedown
At least my phone’s safe, but still I frown
It’s ringing really loud, not in shutdown
Telling me not to be such a fool clown
4/14/15
Categories:
cooperstown, humor, silly,
Form: Monorhyme
What was once based on ability is now politically correct
As the powers that be try to disconnect
At Cooperstown where there is so much fame
The list of players is still missing one name
Now out in Cleveland they're missing a name
At the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame
If you're over fifty, you know many of his songs
At the Hall, Johnny Rivers belongs
On the field, Pete gave it his all
But a gambling addiction was his downfall
Baseball still sweeps much under its rugs
Addiction's okay as long as it's drugs
Now Cleveland strikes another bad chord
When one of the greatest is being ignored
He's had top forty hits for over forty years
From Secret Agent Man to The Tracks of my Tears
The time has come to right this wrong
And put them in where they belong
Time's getting short as another year closes
They're not Halls of Fame without Rivers and Roses.
Categories:
cooperstown, music, sports, missing, missing,
Form: Rhyme