My child asked me this morning
“If hitting is bad,
“How come people hit baseballs?”
Then he flew away.
I later discovered
He was not my child at all.
It was an oriole in disguise.
His sudden aversion to hitting
Makes sense now.
Tag Archives: Baltimore
Board Games In Baltimore
We sat down to play
The latest version of Clue,
Read through the rulebook
To check what was new,
Saw a new character
Named “Mr. Not-White”
And we shouted “Case closed”
And called it a night.
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I’m trying to attract more visitors
To this little blog o’ mine,
And, as you’d say to a stranger,
“Everything’s going fine.”
That said, with all the interest
On riots and anarchy,
I thought I’d write a poem
For those in national security.
Bomb, plastic explosives,
Terrorism, June.
Do not fly to Baltimore.
Tomorrow night at noon.
[Unintelligible string of letters].
Shoe bombs and bomb swallowers.
That should give me some new views
(And maybe a few new followers).
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