by David Fleitz

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Ever since I first heard about it (when we studied Japan when I was in the fourth grade) I've liked haiku, the style of poetry that uses five syllables, then seven, then five.  I like the idea of painting a word picture in only 17 syllables.

Anyway, I decided to apply this art form to baseball.  Here's what I came up with:

'Stros in the playoffs,
Swinging wildly and missing,
Dierker bites the dust.

World Series starters,
Pettitte, Clemens, Mussina,
Yankees win again.

Bloom is off the Rose;
Pete's in the Hall of Fame when
hell freezes over.

In the Big O, more
empty seats than Expos fans.
Bye-bye, Montreal!

Tyrus Raymond Cobb
made the Hall of Fame although
he was a racist.

Union throws a fit
when owners want to fold up
Expos and Marlins.

Why give Shoeless Joe
a plaque in the Hall of Fame?
He couldn't read it.

Cubs hit poorly, so
Baylor knew what to do; he
fired the pitching coach.