Browse all poems and songs in the 'Limerick' Category

First of the Year

by Hilary Barta

The besotted on Clark Street are searching
Dodging potholes they’re parking, then lurching
To watch Cubbies they swarm
Though a drubbing’s the norm
At the bottom those barkers are perching.


Wrigley Reverie

by Hilary Barta

The throng full of hope and “Hey, heys!”
King Kong (the big dope) could amaze
Cracker Jack and ol’ Ernie
Drifting back on a journey
To those long-ago Opening Days.


Pinched Running (World Series Game #4)

by Hilary Barta

When you’re brought in, it’s strictly for pace
Your one thought is be quick, win the race
But, whatever you do,
With two outs, down by two,
Don’t get caught — don’t get picked off the base.


Eve of Obstruction (World Series Game #3)

by Hilary Barta

What a ruckus! What fun! A debate!
They obstructed a run to the plate?
The call was the right one
The ballgame a tight one
Lightning struck; Sox were stunned; ain’t fall great?


The Faulty Classic (World Series Game #2)

by Hilary Barta

There’s the throw that should not have been thrown
And the pop up that dropped like a stone
Though they’re pros, both the Birds
And the Hose have laid turds
And have shown they’re to sloppiness prone.


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