Friday Nonsense

My local writers group met this week.  I hadn't written anything to share but the group leader send out a couple writing prompts and this one - "The blue hat in the closet" - gave me a nonsense attack.  Since it's Friday, I think I'll share my bit of nonsense with you.

The Blue Hat in My Closet

The blue hat in my closet

Has a red B on the front.

My dad wears one just like it,

As does my younger son.

We’re part of the Red Sox Nation,
The Fenway Faithful crowd.
We’re scattered ’cross the fifty states,
Our voices strong and proud.

Our long dry spell was legend.

Ev’rybody blamed the curse.
Eighty six years we came up short,
To the Yanks – which made it worse.

In twenty-oh-four it happened

For which we still give thanks.
The biggest choke in history
And it happened to the Yanks.

St Louis in the Series,

It turned into a rout.

A bounce back to the pitcher

Then to first base for the out.

I was watching it on TV,

My Dad was on the phone.

My cell pressed to my other ear

From my younger son at home.

The blue hat in my closet

Has a B above the bill.

But my older son’s a Reds fan.

I’ve cut him from my Will.

Any Sox fans out there?


I'm currently enjoying: The Fate of Katherine Carr by Thomas H. Cook

Quote of the Day: (I know it's not my usual Groaner but I've got a theme going here.) 
The golf swing is among the most stressful and unnatural acts in sports, short of cheering for the Yankees. - Brad Faxon