Short Rookies Poems
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Opening day is finally here
fans will be drinking most of the beer
Red Sox and Yankees will meet
that game should be a real treat
you’ll see how rookies deal with the fear
In grade school we had our bullies
Proved themelves by beating up rookies
Rooks went on to be
Successful peeps
Bullies usually ended up wearing hoodies
Under the Broom
Listen to my screwy code
No thief may download:
To conceal from rookies
Under brooms I keep keys;
Knowing, the slovenly lot
Will never touch the rot!
JM
04th March 2014
When I was wee living in my Montreal palace?
It was a huge event to witness the Aurora Borealis
It was really majestic
To us rookies 'twas a kick
An extra special event that borealled our allises
Flasks and drums
Vases and urns
Barrels for holding pickles
Bowls and cups
Pots and pans
Piggy banks for nickles
Beakers, pitchers
Bottles for milk
Mere vessels for the rookies!
For no container
In the world
Can beat my jar of cookies!
Love is the answer to all questions
Ignorance causes Confusion
Veterans envy rookies
Evil Eliminates
Your vision and Father made the map
Obviously Oppression
Underestimated the Individual
Reparations and Reform
Land is for all
Intelligent Motions
Focus towards Perfection
Enter to Exit
Form:
Twenty-two Swans
Line the runway.
This years rookies
Practice take offs and landings.
A rapid splash dance
Followed by the whirring sound
Of fiercely powerful wings.
They will be gone soon
Leaving the pond to its ice.
Twenty-two Swans
Check out time is half October.
John G. Lawless
©10/6/2022
Baseball cards oh so many,
I had two, three and four,
of each one, I had.
The trouble is there gone for evermore.
I had the rookies of Mantle, Mays,
really I did, honest I did.
Where are they now?
Well, they went their ways.
Started collecting again in seventy-four,
once again, oh so many,
three, four of each one,
this time I will keep and start me a store.
wrote 6-18-90
What you really think I'm going back there
What you really think I act back
Well I hope you ain't seen my past then
Front pages I got em in stacks man
I was the bad man
I was the dope runner
I was the cooker man
I was selling cookies and drowning rookies
And everything thing I found man
I was playing hooky since the 6th grade
With 2 girlfriends one on each hand man
I'm just the sand man
I'm just the mothaa you can't stand here
They call me the BBQ slinger
Well known for my back to back ringers
My aim is dead true
When I'm tossin' them shoes
I could wrap round' a bumble bee stinger.
My skill with the irons well known
These rookies all covet my throne
I'm the king of the pit
They best deal with it
Cause these beers put me right in the zone
I'll conquer till' no one remains
And brag of ice water filled veins
Not even a test
to prove I'm the best
And poised to continue my reign.