Saturday, April 18, 2009

Poetry: Yankees Suck

Okay, I'm pretty much 'phoning it in' with this poem #18 for the poetry pledge drive today. I'm sorry - but, at some point, writing a poem a day is just going to sap every last creative juice out of you, . . . and I'm going to say THIS is that point. With any luck I'll get a second wind though, so continue to stay tuned.

Yankees Suck

A new curse is born.
The Indians' arms have grown
Tired from the swinging.

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