by Hilary Barta
Near the bottom the Cubbies have crept
They’ve been rotten, a club most inept
So, against the top Nats,
No defense and no bats,
All they got was a drubbing — Nats swept.
Near the bottom the Cubbies have crept
They’ve been rotten, a club most inept
So, against the top Nats,
No defense and no bats,
All they got was a drubbing — Nats swept.
Though the Nats are on pace to be best,
Their poor fan-base will face quite a test
Eyes will stray to the bench
And their canines they’ll clench,
When Steve Strasburg, their ace, gets a rest.
Like political parties after an election
each one going an opposite direction:
The Mets going south, in some recession;
The Nationals baseball’s frontrunner this season.
Even the one win seems small satisfaction
to the Mets, whose promise is now deflation.
The Mets, like the veteran politicians,
know “Nothing gets done in Washington.”
With the Washington Nine on the rise
They’re the National League’s big surprise
Cole shoulda thunk twice
Before plunking Bryce
Now the Nats have fire in their eyes
Michael X. Ferraro is a TV writer/producer and author of Numbelievable: The Dramatic Stories Behind the Most Memorable Numbers in Sports History and Tased & Amused: The Shocking Poetic Recap of the 2010 Baseball Season.
As the management turns a new leaf
The old fans are relearning their grief
As the ace, Dempster’s strong,
But then brace for what’s wrong,
And make plans to get burned in relief.
Hilary Barta is the chief cook and bottle-washer at LimerWrecks.