Korean dominance and Dodger dongs
Were all we served while sweeping those in Queens!
Ryu shined bright like glitter, throwing strong
And letting just one hit pass through his means.
The offense rocked right from the very start
Thanks to the bats of Logan and Sir Barnes.
Then later on, t’were dingers from the hearts
Of Turner, then a thunderous alarm
Shot from the strength of Cody! What a swing
The young lad has; we see this every day.
It’s little things we do that let us sing
Like soul train mockingbirds that never stray!
The team is off today before a fight
With snakes so far behind, they’re out of sight.
I thought the derby was back in July,
But I guess it continued yesterday
In Queens since we hit five into the sky!
Indeed, it seems, the bats came out to play.
Sir Rich got real unlucky in the first
And our offense did not hit ’til the sixth,
Which is when the power began to burst
By adding many dingers to the mix!
The best-played fifty games in history
Of our great franchise – heavens! what a run.
The total of victories: forty three,
And maybe counting? Scenes if we can stun!
Another Sunday night to watch our team.
We’ll see if Ryu repeats what we dream!
Two bats of ours did mainly all the work:
Sirs Puig and Yaz went deep to lead the charge!
The Cuban’s ball went far – the crowd bezerk;
Grandal, not once but twice, hit extra large!
Now even though Sir Rich did not succeed
In going more than five, the start was swell!
Got out of jams, he did as if a Swedish
Viking’s ghost posessed him to do well.
We’ve known that Puig can get on others’ nerves
And when you’re bleeding, that’s fun to watch!
Oh, back we are in first – so well deserved!
The feeling is as sweet as butterscotch!
A four-game sweep – why not? If Ryu rolls,
We’ll take another game with strong controls!
A triple-dinger day for someone else
Besides the Belly! (he still got one though)
Young Corey keeps on rolling, handing L’s
To other teams with sweet offensive flow!
This fire let McCarthy just relax
And throw six innings that lacked any runs.
The sons were bright tonight, and their attacks
Will be recalled and remembered by tons!
A plea to thee, regarding game of stars:
Sweet Seager still does not hold starter’s spot!
And Cody does not have a place with tsars,
So vote, you fools – much sadness if you not.
And pray tonight for sanity in Hill’s
Performance, hoping we prolong the kill.
“Would you like two more bombs?” asked Bellinger.
Replied we did with “yes” and so he swung!
To right field did the shots get delivered,
So other sluggers might as well have hung
The white flag! Though our ace was not himself,
Sir Clayton did enough to hold our lead.
The bullpen back to its consistent help
Created for our closer no such need.
Sir Turner also sparked the skies with grace!
Some ribbies here and there to spice it up
Like peppers; lesser was not Taylor’s place
Whose two-for-five was sweet just like syrup.
So hot we are, so people place your bets
Tonight, since B-Mac looks to beat the Mets!