Browse all poems and songs in the 'Chicago White Sox' Category

Backstop in Bloom

by Jim Siergey

It’s Spring!
is blooming
Tyler’s hitting full tilt.
But, Dang!
The hours
are looming
we know Flowers will wilt.


American League Central 2014 Spring Training Haiku

by Stuart Shea

Can the Sox play tough?
White indicates purity…
Are dirty suits allowed?

If only Swisher
Struck out more often…but then,
Truth ain’t poetry.

The old roar is gone…
No more sneaking cigarettes.
It’s a young man’s turn.

It is difficult
To keep from strangling youth with
High expectations.

Mauer ain’t sour,
He’s heretofore banished from
Those bad Twins hurlers.


Losstown Classic: Flubs Vs. Sux

by Hilary Barta

What a year, there’s a lot to forget
Wipe it clear, like you’d blot a bad debt
No more seasons of pain
No reprise! No refrain!
Drink your beer — down a shot, better yet.


Hilary Barta, famed comic illustrator (The Simpsons, SpongeBob), runs the pop culture limerick site LimerWrecks, to which you should direct your browser now.


A Point of Comparison

By Stuart Shea

How bad were the White Sox?
Three games worse than the Cubs.

The Cubs,
Who played like shubdubs,
Like scrubs,
Like Triple-A subs,
Who made each day a gallery of flubs,
Those ridiculous bubs,
Who gave their fans the nubs,
Who drove those fans to local pubs,
To drown their sorrows in bad beer from huge tubs
And eat greasy deep-fried grub
That hardens their arteries like cigarette stubs
And makes them all fat.

The Sox were worse than that.


The Pale Hose in Winter

by James Finn Garner

The Asian bird flu,
From what I remember,
Was easier to get rid of
Than Sox tix in September.

The Pontiac Aztek
And White Castle sliders
Have more satisfied fans
Than Chicago’s South Siders.

With the Bears suited up and
Hockey season not far,
The Cell now won’t have fans
Enough to jump your car.

Long gone’s the excitement
Of AJ, Oz and Buerhle.
At 35th and Shields,
Winter’s come early.


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