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Family Celebration

by the Village Elliott

For My Great-Uncle Art

Pleased Cubs fans celebrate victory,
Happy for part of my family:
Mom, who’s from near North Side
Tempered Dad’s Redbird pride,
My St. Louis baseball legacy.

Never had Chitown antipathy
All pervasive in Dad’s family.
Cubs were Mom’s first team,
Cuddly in the extreme,
Part of my gonfalon legacy.

I’ve learned, suggest no Cub fan forgets:
“Fickle Destiny Oft Fails Fans, Vets.”
Fate slammed ’68’s door
On my Cards’ destined score
And “eighty-sixed” the’86 Mets.

 



Five Million of Our Closest Friends

by Hilary Barta

All the dreams of ‘next year’, long delayed
Cherished teams that came near, but then frayed
Tough defeats, decades waiting,
Makes for sweet celebrating
Hopes redeemed, Cubs fans cheer the parade.

 



To the Victors

By Millie Bovich

The team from Chicago’s North Side,
Three losses they could not abide.
Winning three in a row
With Cubbie mo-jo
And all of Ohio just cried!

Congratulations to C-H-I-C-A-G-O!

 



Scapegoated Roast

by the Village Elliott

For Mrs. O’Leary’ Cow and the 2016 World Champion Chicago Cubs

Mrs. O’Leary’s cow better hide:
Cubs fans now toddle down Near North Side,
Feeding schneid’s hungry ghost
With Burnt Scapegoat Cubs Roast;
Chitown’s hottest night since Old Town cried.

 



World Series Game Seven

by Hilary Barta

Birria for Everyone!

’Twas a plot that a lunatic wrote
With a knot firmly caught in his throat
Pop the bubbly, boys,
For the Cubs, make some noise
Took a lot, but we slaughtered the goat.

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