(A poem in the style of Lawrence Ferlinghetti, writing in the style of St. Matthew)
Large Father,
Who art at Fenway,
Harrowing be thy name
To pitchers who come
To protect a run
In innings beyond the seventh.
Hit one for us this day,
out to the seat that is Red
Or else one that surpasses
The Monster or soars over the centerfield fences.
Lead us not just into contention,
But deliver to us titles
For this is your kingdom,
And your bat has the power to bring glory
Now and forever,
Big man!
Your blog name is mesmerizing