by Barbara Gregorich
Listen, bub
Here’s the rub
The past is overturned
Fearsome opponents burned
That’s Cub
Cubs Deal the Cards
by Hilary Barta
The Cubs with their bats kept attacking
And crack starter Lackey proved lacking
Chicago relievers
Were overachievers
And the St. Louis losers sent packing.
Congratulations, Cubs, from a Cardinals Lifer
by the Village Elliott
First League Division Series is done,
Best of five: Cubs won three, my Cards one.
Now win it all, Cubbies,
For the zaydes and bubbies
Not yet born last World Series you won.
Like to think I’m a fair-minded guy,
Whose team’s won before, so need not cry.
Now that “Future” is here,
Maybe “This Is Next Year!”
When the Cubs win it all for McFly.
Ace Trumped, Bats Pumped
by Hilary Barta
When stout Arrieta was rocked,
Devout fans at Wrigley were shocked
But the wind helped the bats
And–hold on to your hats!–
Six clouts by their Cubbies were socked.
Screw the Curse
by Hilary Barta
Game Three for the Cubs, piece of cake?
Game Three, oh how Wrigley will shake
The fervor, the sound!
Steel nerves on the mound…
Game Three and our pitcher is Jake.
It’s October, which means it’s time to visit Hilary’s limerick site, LimerWrecks, for all sorts of creepy salutes to classic monster movies.