Ernest Hemingway

I’d never pray to Jesus, but I’d say

the novena of grace for Fat Batman.

Most amiable, loving Fat Batman,

let the Yankees win this World Series.

Hemingway constructed Santiago

(literature’s greatest Yankees fan,

ergo the greatest character in literature)

with Steinbrennerian eye to result.

Clouds can be ‘friendly piles of ice cream,’

but the Yanks do not drift to Hemingway.

Baseball players have no superpowers,

and Santiago is as dead as the next.

Il est certainement nécessaire d’apprendre

la doctrine enseignée par Batman-Gros –

I implore thee, Fat Batman, let the great

DiMaggio be heard in Asbestos Heights.