Around the team, our looks as sharp as spears
That pierce the air, just like the balls we hit
In every field. Production that brings tears
Of joy to fans keeps lifting the spirit!
Immediately, Kiké gave us lead
By clearing all the bases with a line
Drive double into left! It filled the need
To get out early and make the end fine.
Reptiles tried to rally, and got close
When Morrow let the lead decrease to two.
But we trust Kenley since he always shows
The door to those that try a clever coup!
Back home, they’ve landed to host the Padres,
So Hill will pitch to keep our winning ways!
We’ve tired a team for the eightieth time,
And from behind we came to pull it off!
The first strike from another Cody dime,
His thirty third – it makes our rivals scoff.
Wood looked alright, but by himself he could
Not win for us; ‘Twas up to Joc and Puig.
The first man dubbed to right to tie it good,
Then Yasiel gave hell and lead was swigged!
Our bullpen (Josh and Jansen) kept at bay
The Diamondbacks’ desires to retrieve
A lead they once possessed, but we said “nay”
And were content with what we did achieve!
It is start two for Yu in his blue gear.
To victory, we hope his arm can steer!
Oh Kenta in your cloak – you owned the Braves!
A motivated man he was on mound,
As seen in his exquisite seven frames;
Just two hits and one walk – that’s all they found!
Our offense did enough in many ways.
We needed just three runs, and those came from
A Taylor double, Cody’s bomb buffet,
Then Puig’s baserunning adding to the sum!
Unfazed when Ravin gave up that late shot;
We put in new guy Watson, found success!
Then Kenley, just like a Superman plot,
Delivered us from evil; what a bless!
Nine straight, again, so who will go for ten?
Brock Stewart will! Here’s hoping that he can.
I shudder not when watching pitchers duel,
For I know ours will prevail in the end!
That did occur when Hill faced Blach. Who ruled?
Rake-Man, of course! One run – ’twas all he spent
While we scored two thanks to our young bright star.
Oh Cody, bless your RBI base hits,
For this whole season, they have helped us far
And let us escape sticky sitch tar pits!
A double play then K induced by Kenley
Saved the game from going anywhere.
That’s seven in a row – we’re in the zen,
So meditate upon this team’s bright flare.
Tonight, we face a man who hates our eyes.
And we will send out Ryu – can he rise?
They give us all we want, and then some more.
These Dodgers always find a way to win;
Last night we won with two longshots from Corey,
But it did not come easy to grin!
Until the seventh, we were doing fine.
Then Wood had trouble; hated ones scored three.
The next half-frame – that was our time to shine
And put up four! A sight it was to see
Yasiel and Chris contribute to that jolt!
The bullpen afterwards did their job well.
Sir Morrow ‘specially threw lightning bolts
And Kenley saved the game upon his swell!
No stars will shine – today’s game is at one.
Rich Hill will take the mound and have some fun!
When darkness falls, the light of Cody shines
Around the diamond, saving with his jack
That soared past center yond enemy lines
To give us needed lead! Now we are back
Into the winning groove! That is three straight.
Paredes, who’d been minor leaguer long,
Received his chance and got the win of late.
Then Kenley came and righted yester’s wrong.
Forgot not when Yaz and Joc hit their shots,
Then Puig took three bags; Chris then drove him in!
And without Clayton, we still ‘nect the dots,
So no big deal! It’s business as it’s been.
Maeda’s marked to make the night real nice.
If he goes six, the bats will dash with spice.
That’s ten straight, yet again – hard to believe
How good this team has been; no faults are there
To see. There’s nothing Kershaw can’t achieve
As witnessed in his seven frames of flare!
So many chances missed, but in the end
It did not matter. All we needed was
Young Cody’s single which drove in his friend
Chris Taylor in the first to our applause.
The bullpen held the lead and all was well
As Kenley got the save. That’s thirty wins
In our last thirty-four! We’ve given hell
To every team that tries to cut our chins.
Can we continue such a wondrous streak?
It’s up to Kenta to make White Sox weak.