THE BASEBALL FAN / by Joseph Castorino


His floppy jersey goes down to his knee,

His souvenir bat’s as big as a tree;

He does the wave with elephantine grace,

And stuffs a big hot dog into his face;

He questions every umpire’s strike-three call,

And wildly dives after every foul ball;

For two short hours baseball is on his mind,

And then he returns to the daily grind;

He runs away from the problems of life,

And he doesn't love his devoted wife.