by Todd Herges
Dearest Mary,
Mine eyes have seen the stresses
of the team far back in June;
of a long goatee brought in to save
but failing far too soon.
Four score and one game makes a half,
and both sides of the all-star break
our men did try their best, yet
good progress they could not make.
Out went McClellan; in came Grant
to help us win the day,
while Sherman (twenty-nine) burned the South
and turned the tide our way.
And now, my dear, I’ve decided that
to bring Cardinal nation together I’ve got
to give command of the ball, at the very end,
to the able Ulysses S. Motte.
Prayerfully yours,
Abe