Hell’s Big Game
Once upon a red-sky time – in a ballpark down below,
All hell was burnin’ brimstone – as was the usual show.
They had a game a churnin’ – as they played into the last,
The Devils 3 – The Demons 3 – the 9th came hard and fast.
The game had much a ridin’ – as the Demons came to bat,
The Devils aimed to goose ‘em – and then to drown the cat,
By bringin’ Dolphie Hitler in – to panzerize the Demons,
Lucifer hoped to kill the need – for extra inning schemins’.
Old Dolphie was a cranker arm – goose-steppin’ every pitch,
But when he let each damn ball fly – many slipped a hitch,
And sailin’ wide and wild, they flew – and landed in the ditch,
And Dolphie walked four Demons – before he killed the glitch.
And headed for the bottom – of Lucifer’s last hope,
The Demons led the Devils – by a 4-3 Hitler mope,
Twas time for Satan’s big sticks – to show up with the soap,
And wash away disaster; – they simply had to cope.
But Saddam went down swinging – and Osama pulled up lame,
And Qaddafi bit the bullet – the lodged one in his brain,
And the Demons took the Devils – moved up to higher ground,
To the Underworld Series – off they go, …
Are the Unholy Ghosts around?