Good night, room
Good night, moon
Good night, cleats
Good night, Jeets
To the offseason, he now retreats;
In the role of "goat," A-Rod he unseats.
Good night, Joe
Good night, Mo
You'll both be gone, next year fo’ sho’,
Take Jorge and Bobby, with you as you go.
Good night, Rocket
Good night, Sprocket
You’re very fat, and I won’t mock it,
But only fatties prefer Tubbs over Crockett!
Good night, Gay-Rod
Good night, Stray-Rod
Buy some "clutchiness," ya friggin' tightwad,
Instead of some stripper, with a manly bod.
Good night, Joba
Good night, Posada
The ugliest battery since Jabba
Was hangin' with this here heart-throbba!
Good night, Damon
Good night, shaman
It’s karma that's to blame an’
Your career sure is wanin’.
Good night, Moose
Good night, Juice
One's old, one cheats, but no excuse;
Their careers both gone like that! Vamoose!
Good night, Boss
Good night, sauce
After sustaining this loss,
Can you now see the flaws?
Good night, yanks
Good night, tanks
You’ll always be a bunch of skanks,
But for this failure, many thanks!
Good night cow, jumping over the moon
Good night light, and the red balloon
Good night, cleats
Good night, Jeets
To the offseason, he now retreats;
In the role of "goat," A-Rod he unseats.
Good night, Joe
Good night, Mo
You'll both be gone, next year fo’ sho’,
Take Jorge and Bobby, with you as you go.
Good night, Rocket
Good night, Sprocket
You’re very fat, and I won’t mock it,
But only fatties prefer Tubbs over Crockett!
Good night, Gay-Rod
Good night, Stray-Rod
Buy some "clutchiness," ya friggin' tightwad,
Instead of some stripper, with a manly bod.
Good night, Joba
Good night, Posada
The ugliest battery since Jabba
Was hangin' with this here heart-throbba!
Good night, Damon
Good night, shaman
It’s karma that's to blame an’
Your career sure is wanin’.
Good night, Moose
Good night, Juice
One's old, one cheats, but no excuse;
Their careers both gone like that! Vamoose!
Good night, Boss
Good night, sauce
After sustaining this loss,
Can you now see the flaws?
Good night, yanks
Good night, tanks
You’ll always be a bunch of skanks,
But for this failure, many thanks!
4 comments:
Well, I'll give you points for being clever.
So instead of "Goodnight, yanks," should I have called it "Fuck you, yanks"?
You know, as a balance to your (impossibly brilliant) "Fuck you, the Mets" post?
(Bonus question: Which is better -- Goodnight Moon, or The Runaway Bunny?)
Well done, Open Bar.
Anon-
I appreciate it. Good poetry is good poetry.
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