by James Finn Garner
Hey Cubs bullpen: How’s it feel
To deliver everyone’s highlight reels?
With the gusts of your blown saves,
The ocean’s seeing tidal waves
The Midwest’s golden fields of wheat
Lay snapped and broken ‘neath our feet
Phone lines and electric towers
Are in disrepair for hours
The country’s airplanes have been grounded
Generator turbines pounded
And Italian cafes are getting calls
That you serve the nation’s best meatballs.