No joy on this night
I don’t like either of them
I mourn honor lost
No joy on this night
I don’t like either of them
I mourn honor lost
I saw the juncos
It is November, of course
Cold weather is near
The Browns lost again
The Cowboys beat them this time
The fans are weary
Breakfast for dinner
Eggs and bacon and French toast
That’s good cooking, Mom!
Red, yellow, and orange
The trees look like a painting
Soon the world is gray
World Series deadlocked
The rain has caused a delay
Rooting for the Tribe.
Outfield had miscues
The game got away early
You can’t win them all
Kids in costumes dash
Leaves are crunching underfoot
Must get more candy
No robot umpires
Baseball is a human game
I don’t trust robots
Kluber was Kluber
Kipnis launched a three run shot
Cubs fans are bereft