NoPepper.net: … Some days, it rains.

The laurel-crowned losers, the regents of Springtime,

When pud-tugging ballclubs play masterful ball.

Chimeras in stirrups, these monarchs of April,

Who win as if cruel September won’t call!

Palookaville Blue Sox, first place in the standings.

Fat pitcher, trim pitch count –  a shutout is thrown.

The local Palookans all talk of the Blue Sox –

Though never the Blue Sox a pennant have flown.

How darling the Springtime! The wind, rain and flowers!

The drunks in the bleachers predicting a throne!

The bandy-leg’d shortstop swats high his sixth homer.

The sketchy reliever responds to the call.

All hail Fall’s losers, the regents of Springtime,

When pud-tugging ballclubs play masterful ball!