Browse all poems and songs in the 'Limerick' Category


Wait ‘Til Next Gear

by Hilary Barta

Their division is ripe for the pluckin’
But the Cubs went from winnin’ to suckin’
Just last year they were groovin’
Now the team can’t get movin’
And first is the gear that they’re stuck in.

 



Crosstown Smashup

by Hilary Barta

Kyle Schwarber just put on a show,
Delivering blow after blow
Despite his great clout,
One didn’t go out
So to third he strode, beating the throw.

 



Tainted Bud

by the Village Elliott

Once the Hall was for those who were studs
Whose names were not dragged through the mud.
Seems no longer the case
With Bud Selig in place,
Sets new precedent with tainted Bud.

 



Slipping Suds

By Stuart Shea

What’s happening to those Brewers?
To those blue, gray, and pee-yellow Crewers?
As the Cubs make the plays,
All Milwaukee now prays
Their year doesn’t go straight down the sewers.

 



3 Limericks for Jose Quintana

by Jim Siergey, James Finn Garner and Hilary Barta

The Cubs having traded for “Q”
Can the faithful sit back and say “Whew”?
He’s a whiz with the rock
And maybe will shock
If he hits well leading off, too.

Is Quintana the cure for what ails
The fakakta Cubs and their fails?
He racks up the innings,
His fastball well spinning,
And he’s quite accustomed to wails.

Finally, if Kyle Schwarber had been in the blockbuster trade as rumored:

So the Cubs and the Sox make a trade
The rotation up north will upgrade
And the Hose get a bat
That can’t run ‘cuz he’s fat
We’ll see just which team has been played.

 

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