If There Were a Special Eraser

When I began the seventh grade
A special list of supplies
My dear mother for me made.
A major item – a problem eraser
Definitely was the pink pearl eraser!
Now I’m long gone from junior high
This gray headed soul has time for
Greater aims than C-minuses
Or boy/girl share.
Baseball, poetry, horses and the hereafter
Occupy my thoughts, in descending order.
Now that signs on the fascist public
Thorough-fare’s proclaim
Nay – declaim -”It’s all October.”
In sooth, it’s all over.
Ramon, in a clownish catcher’s mask
On the banner, takes us to task, with
“We’re in!”
Buffalo, you childish lout,
We’re not in, we are out.
Let a “baseballer’s” god –
(Not so odd)
Take lumpy India rubber
And obliterate from DC’s roster
Names like Wilson, Jason, Adam and Gio,
Let ‘em go! Giants, on you go.
But for you, much more is in store.
The orange and black deity gives you
Birds of Baltimore! Nevermore!