On The Cubs’ Bullpen

by Stu Shea


Some folks take a pill for relief,

But Piniella’s relief

Makes him feel like a pill.


When Howry and Eyre let it loose,

Sweet Lou turns chartreuse

When he looks toward the hill.


It’s just a bad Ohman to see

The rookie, Cherry,

Looking in for the sign.


They’re going from bad to Wuertz,

And watching them hurts

With the game on the line.


A Poem for Lou Piniella

Quite a fella,
That Lou Piniella.
He ain’t yella,
You can tella.

He joined the Cubs
To lead those scrubs
And prove past flubs
Were yesterday’s stubs.

A Herculean task?
Don’t even ask.
In last year’s grotesque,
They finished dead last.

But with Al Soriano
And Carlos Zambrano,
The team may be on to
A World Series, pronto.

And if the Cubs win
A World Series, then
The fans will have gin
Drenching their chins.

If not, then old Lou
Will have some ‘splainin’ to do,
Which he’ll probably do
With a meltdown or two.