we go from Denver to the site of my sister’s and my sibling rivaly
A poem about a bet i made with Angel’s fan of a sister
I bet you 2 out 3 That my Reds would have more glee .
But against your Angels they did not
I found myself yelling at my radio and tv alot.
Your Angels beat us all the games they won every one
a split of the first two would have been more fun .
It would have madey you sweat, it would have made you grouse
” Oh no I have to buy Greg a case of Icehouse”
But you my dear sis have won the Beer .
Though the type you wanted you did not make clear
If I had to guess I would guess Oatmeal stout but I wonder
Would rather have an oatmeal picture of Mike Trout.
I know my joke was lame, I know it made you moan
but not as much as i did with the RBIs by your CJ Cron (proniunced Crone)