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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.



News from Chicago’s Far (Very Far) Northside

by Hilary Barta

Santo screams himself hoarse (Volume Eleven)
Seems his team has just forced a Game Seven
Angel Brickhouse is merry
Getting pickled is Caray
Banks just beams from, of course, baseball heaven.

 



To Prevent Premature Exits

by Hilary Barta

From Maddon’s big baggie of tricks,
Arrieta’s on tap for Game Six
For shocking the Tribe
Cubs doctors prescribe
Sluggo Schwarber, now back in the mix.

 

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