Monday, March 11, 2013

Choocheline (A Children's Poem)

In a ballpark in Philly that was covered with vines,
Lived little red boys in groups of nine,
In groups of nine they broke the faves,
And smoked the Mets and beat the Braves. 

They smiled at the good
And frowned at the bad,
And last year they were very sad.

They left the park at half past nine

In two straight lines in rain or shine--
The smallest one was Choocheline:

Chooch was not afraid of Nats -
Chooch loved catching, throwing, bats.
To the bolgger of the the zoo
Choocheline just said, "Pooh-pooh,"
and nobody knew so well
how to frighten Manuel.

In the middle of the night
Manuel turned on his light
and said, "Something is not right!"

Little Choocheline sat in bed,

cried and cried - his eyes were red.
And soon after Dr. Cohn
came, he rushed out to the phone,
and he muttered: DANton ten baseball
"Nurse," he said, "it's adderrall!"

One nice morning Manuel said,
"Isn't this a fine -
day to visit

read a sign under his name
Tiptoeing with solemn face,
with some shin guards and a vase,
in they walked and then said "oh boy,"
when they saw the toys and candy
and the pillow from Roy.
But the biggest surprise by a mile-
on his face
was a smile!

"Good-bye," they said, "we'll come again,"
and the red boys left in the rain.
They went home and broke some faces
brushed their teeth
dreamt of pennant races.

In the middle of the night
Manuel turned on the light
and said, "Something is not right!"
And afraid of a disaster
Manuell ran fast
and faster,
and he said, "Please Phillies do -
tell me what is troubling you?"
And all the red boys cried, "Boohoo,
we want to have some adderall, too!"


  1. Oh my god I love you

  2. I threw out Baby Phan's copy of Madeline and will now read her this instead.

  3. "Holy Crap I Rule" might be the greatest tag for the greatest poem in history.

  4. Chooch now listen up
    All you need is a script
    To philler up
    So don't delay and see a doc
    Not the smash face but the one in
    White smock.
    And while you there do get of you care
    A plan for next year
    Because who knows where you will be
    It might be LA or Tennessee.
    You are dispensable like the oranges you like
    And without them can you perform the same
    As you breakout year or was it all in vain,
    We hope not, want not nor wish not this to be
    But after 25 days we shall all see?


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