by Hilary Barta
You lost ’cause your closer can’t close
And suffered some gut-wrenching blows
Your bullpen seemed rich
But baseball’s a bitch
Your chances now peanuts for crows.
Swan Song
by Jim Siergey
Yadier
Hit it outta here
Cubs bell was rung
By young DeJong
Cubs say to fans
S-s-so long!
Fiddling While Wrigley Burns
by Hilary Barta
Cubs’ comebacks are never enough
Leads blown when the going gets tough
It isn’t their day
It all slips away
My nightmares are made of this stuff.
Beyond the Shadow of–
by Jim Siergey
There once was a player named Douthit
whose hitting approach can’t be doubted
Ten years in the sun
Hit .291
He could, without no lingering doubt, hit.
Home and Oy Vey
By James Finn Garner
If every game left is a must-win
Here’s a flash for the Cubbies, just in:
Your prospects erode
Without wins on the road.
Your season is now in the dustbin.