by Jim Siergey
Arrieta,
Jaunty Arrieta
Arrieta,
Watch him put away
Watch him put away the Bucs
Like a bunch of sitting ducks
Put away! S’il vous plait!
A-a-a-ah
Arrieta,
Jaunty Arrieta
Arrieta,
Put those Bucs away!
Like Anything Will Get Done Wednesday
by James Finn Garner
If you happen to be in Chicago today,
Don’t fret if nobody makes you pay
For your pumpkin muffin and soy latte,
Or drivers give you the right-of-way.
Don’t book something crucial, say,
Like surgery or a crown inlay.
No one has attention to pay
To anything but what may
Happen when the sky turns grey
And Jake and the Cubs begin to play.
Wrigley-Turvy-Ville
by Hilary Barta
The Cubs clinch a playoff game berth
The Fat Lady’s checking her girth
Chicago postseason . . .
Where’s logic, where’s reason?
Spin backwards, you beautiful Earth!
How the Rookie Doesn’t Crumble
by Hilary Barta
How well can most newbies absorb
The pressure of hitting the orb?
By wags we are told
They’ll flag and they’ll fold–
Don’t tell the young rookie called “Schwarbs.”
Quintin Berry Had ONE JOB
By Stuart Shea
Quintin Berry has one role–
Run.
Quintin Berry, pinch-runner?
Done!
Quintin Berry, never caught?
Nope.
Stealing second, last of ninth?
Hope.
Quintin Berry’s jump is bad–
Doubt.
Tony Cruz makes the throw–
Out.