Red sox poems

I had better "luck" with the Red Sox last year when they were down 0:3 against Yankees. And I got to write the more cheerful 2nd poem.

a Red Sox Fan

Out of the night
Morning is near -
ly in sight
Unconquerable is my Red Sox
DREAM, and
Yankees sucks

Insurmountable is the obstacle
of own making
Unquenchable is the desire
set on fire
Of desperation

Such is miracle


Red Sox, Red Moon

Now we know
What it takes -

Not eighty-six years
Nor effort and tears -

But a lunar eclipse
To reverse the Curse
Of Bambino

That Wednesday night
When the Moon glided
Through the Earth's shadow

At that moment
Doug Mientkiewicz caught the Ball
And Sox won
In a vivid shade of red

Now we know