by Fred Lovato
Season’s underway
question on every fan’s mind
what will Shohei do?
Fred is Bardball’s foreign correspondent stationed in Okinawa.

Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
Season’s underway
question on every fan’s mind
what will Shohei do?
Fred is Bardball’s foreign correspondent stationed in Okinawa.
The White Sox with Murakami
Are akin to a Maserati
Parked at the Dollar Store
Or a mansion on the shore
Of the Cal-Sag Canal,
An anachronistic locale
For a Nippon League MVP
Shown every morning on Japan TV
But frustration seems to follow
Everyone on the Yakult Swallows.

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(In appreciation of Yusuf / Cat Stevens’ “Peace Train”)
Now I’ve been happy lately
Thinkin’ how Opening Day has come
And I believe it could be
Leather and wood has begun
Oh, I’ve been smilin’ lately
Dreaming about MLB as one
And I believe it could be
Someday it’s going to come
‘Cause out on the infield’s edge
There rides a double play
Oh, double play, take this pitcher
Come take him home again
Now I’ve been smiling lately
Thinkin’ about the season to come
And I believe it could be
The national pastime has begun
Oh, double play soundin’ louder
Glide on the double play
Ooh-ah, ee-ah, ooh-ah
From short to second to first
Yes, double play holy roller
Everyone, jump up on the double play
Ooh-ah, ee-ah, ooh-ah
Come on the double play
Hit those bags together
From Tinker to Evers to Chance
Because it’s getting nearer
It soon will be with you
Now come and join the playin’
Opening Day’s not far from you
And it’s gettin’ nearer
Soon it will all be true
Oh, double play soundin’ louder
Glide on the double play
Ooh-ah, ee-ah, ooh-ah
Come on let’s play as one
The only bombs I care to see are Cubbie
Homers on Sheffield or Waveland Avenue
Now I’ve been cryin’ lately
Thinkin’ about the world as it is
Why must we go on hating?
Why can’t we live in bliss?
‘Cause out on the edge of darkness
There rides a peace train
Oh, peace train, take this country
Come take me home again
Oh, peace train soundin’ louder
Glide on the peace train
Ooh-ah, ee-ah, ooh-ah
Come on the peace train
Yes, peace train holy roller
Everyone, jump up on the peace train
Ooh-ah, ee-ah, ooh-ah
(Come on, come on, come on)
Yeah, come on, peace train
Hey, yes, it’s the peace train
Ooh-ah, ee-ah, ooh-ah
Come on the peace train, oh, peace train
Ooh-ah, ee-ah, ooh-ah….
take me, take me, take me
out of my humdrum life and
into a field of dreams. . .
— well, mine at least. i
dream of foamy beer, and
homers, and harry caray’s
smiling ghost.
Poems While You Wait
Chicago Literary Hall of Fame Gala
2/ 28/ 26

Poems While You Wait pops up at various events and gatherings throughout Chicago, where four stalwart poets, captained by Kathleen Rooney, create poems to order for a $10 donation. For more on Poems While You Wait, click here.