THE SEASON
Ahh, the mid-Summer
of kiln’d heat, elongest days
& starred-nights firm for
the race to the Pen-
nant… behind the dogdays in
right-field to – Aha!
Mr. October
up to bat… Oh, The Season
Upon, upon – ooSssoouussssh!…
Majorhockeyhoops?
Nay! but the ONE turns Jung males
to pizza-breathing
smoke-alarms, husbands
to hops-swillin’ house-plants, &
females to Mascots!
This poem was written/submitted by valentino HaroHalola.
(2 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
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