Thank Me, Crush City                  [Part 1 of my Sports Trilogy]

 

Original poetry by Chrome Dome Mike Kimbro

 

Please read along to my Spoken Verse Performance.

 

 

VERSE 1

 

Weekday mornings, I walk to school,

 

Books on my back, a case in my hand.

 

Inside a shiny brass musical tool:

 

The sax I play in the concert band.

 

 

VERSE 2

 

But afternoons are for Little League.

 

I prefer sports with double headers.

 

Where only pitchers complain of fatigue.

 

Gonna score several high school letters.

 

 

VERSE 3

 

I've got sick skills with telegraph code.

 

The old guy next door helped me study.

 

Should society continue to erode,

 

I'm happy to report that I'm ready.

 

 

VERSE 4

 

But there's a team called the Astronauts,

 

In Houston, who I hear are in great need.

 

So I'll merge all 3 talents that I've got,

 

By July, they'll have the division lead.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Thank me, Crush City!

 

For coming up with a plan.

 

Thank me, Crush City!

 

I turned a plastic garbage can.

 

Into something they'll be drummin',

 

So batters will know what's comin'.

 

Elevating them from mediocrity.

 

You better thank me, Crush City!

 

 

VERSE 5

 

If pitchers are your favorite players to watch,

 

Check out shortstops, cause they run and jump and throw.

 

Besides, so much staring at a catcher's crotch,

 

Makes me wonder if there's something I don't know.

 

 

VERSE 6

 

They say: "The system is the solution."

 

And it is, when that system's stealing signs.

 

Some in Houston might resist revolution,

 

Win the pennant, and they'll be feeling fine.

 

 

VERSE 7

 

When Houston accepts my way to compete,

 

They'll top the majors in RISP.

 

But if, after 1 year, the Astros continue to cheat,

 

The asses of those involved might be crispy.

 

 

CHORUS

 

Thank me, Crush City!

 

For coming up with a plan.

 

Thank me, Crush City!

 

I turned a plastic garbage can.

 

Into something they'll be drummin',

 

So batters will know what's comin'.

 

Hit a home run, not a single,

 

When we have fun with their signal.

 

Raising the Astros out of mediocrity.

 

You better thank me, Crush City!

 

The End

 

Copyright Michael Kimbro 2020.  All rights reserved.

 

 

KEYWORDS:  Poems about the Houston Astros of Major League Baseball, Baseball poetry, MLB, Verses about rules and regulations in sport.