It takes a Big Stick,
To approach the Mound with Pride!
It takes a BIGGER STICK,
To encroach a MOUND that WIDE!
Categories:
yankees, black african american, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Harvard’s a black hole, info wise.
So, let’s see.. what’s going on? What’s in the news?
Anything? Anything?
Hot take..
Not to be spicy and negative,
but sometimes i’m too much myself.
Too comfortable, open and vocal.
I can be opinionated.
Who knows who’s listening?
It could be anyone.
“That’s not red, it’s carmine,” I blirt.
There’s a rise and rush of feelings around the table.
FAQs drop, I get treated.
“God, get up and get at me,” I replied, with an unnerving poise.
People love a scene.
Happy 4th of July to Yankees everywhere!
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Only a Fool Would Say That by Ivy
Lovely Day by Elizabeth Mitchell
L'Anamour by Ivy
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slang:
FAQ = told the facts
Treated = attacked
Categories:
yankees, humor, hyperbole, school, student,
Form: Free verse
Bustling corridors, places to go,
you can’t stand still or move too slow.
Make a plan, plot a course,
there’s an entire campus to traverse.
Other things are good to know,
like the best place for lunch
or where the wi-fi’s slow.
Last year there was lots of snow,
the Yale tunnel system was the way to go,
to warmly get from A to B,
when paths were dangerously icy.
This year there hasn’t been any snow
it guess it’s global warming, you know
- or that Pacific weather pattern, El Niño?
I miss the Nor'easters and bomb cyclones
that hazardous weather made Yale seem like home
those storms were something I took for granted.
‘Cause I want snow drifts like they have in Canada.
I left Georgia and now I’m feeling cranky.
I want the winters God used to inflict on Yankees.
I remember when blizzards, up north, were doctrinaire.
to stop them now isn’t fair - or something else näm-di-'ger.
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nom de guerre (French) = means a pseudonym
Categories:
yankees, school, student, weather, winter,
Form: Rhyme
DANG YANKEES
I got a hole in my head
I wish I was dead
Somebody shot a hole in me.
My ears are gone
I feel something's wrong
Why am I tied to this tree?
I want 'a go home
My buddies are all gone
Nothing here I want 'a see.
Yankees are winning
Seems they are all grinning
Not a safe place to be.
So all in all
I'm having a ball
Wouldn't you agree.
J. Truman Stewart
Categories:
yankees, celebration, farewell,
Form: Lyric
If you take me to the dance
Each and every weekend chance
I will prove it all to you
That Yankees love to two-step, too
Do da do, dee do do do....
We'll learn to do the line dance well
Then chat with friends for a spell
I'd love to two-step to that band
When you twirl me hold tight to my hand
And I'll prove it all to you
That Yankees love to two-step, too!
Now ya'll it's time to celebrate
Birthdays, friends and eat sweet cake
You're sweet enough to dance with too
Can I prove it all to you
That Yankees love to two-step, too!
Oh where's my ticket so I can win
And smile about my good fortune
Do ya wanna share the prize with me
It's a tee shirt--way too big, ya see
Have I proved it all to you
That Yankees love to two-step too!
We had some fun and met new friends
Yes, we'll be back to dance again
I'm sure I've proved it all to you
That Yankees love to two-step, too!
Do da do, dee do do do....Yahoo!
Categories:
yankees,
Form: Ballad
Emerging from darkness
Vanquishing foes
Marching to victory
Standing as heroes
Legends of History
Lords of the Fall
Kings of the Diamond
Gods of Baseball
Categories:
yankees, baseball, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Those Poor Yankees
By Elton Camp
Those who live in the land of ice and snow
Must think that this winter will never go
After only a few days of spring
Comes more of the winter thing
Spring should be here, but not quite
There comes another coating of white
Snow piled up on their deck
Black ice to bring the wreck
Our tornadoes they may deride
But the South’s the place to reside
I surely cannot understand
Staying in old Yankee land
In the South, feet can be bare
Wear overalls and none care
Where it’s “Y’all” you must say
And “Youse guys” sure belay
Categories:
yankees, humor,
Form: Rhyme
southern fried glory chicken
watermelon eatin' contest
just
ready to explode
green fried tomatoes
lip smacking cornbread
can you smell
them biscuit
fresh from the oven
with
some
marmalade
and
fresh honey
but
look down yonder
damn Yankees
Categories:
yankees, imagination, inspirational, introspection,
Form: Haiku