Browse all poems and songs in the 'Limerick' Category


It’s Still Early … in the Century

by James Finn Garner

The Cubs were the favorite this year
But their flubs have the faithful in tears
Whether it’s hitting or fielding
Or oppo hits yielding,
The W’s scant waving ‘round here.

 



Don Zimmer

by Hilary Barta

An ardent and ballsy debater,
At arguing calls none was greater
His jowls had a fit
As he howled and he spit
A gnarly and balding old tater.

 



Holy Toledo, Cooperstown!

by the Village Elliott

For 2017 Ford Frick Award Winner, Bill King

Frick’s ghost wrote, “Time this man gets ring!”
Ruling made, Hall of Fame Voters sing,
“Enshrine ‘Stan’s Greatest Fan’,
Star belongs with ‘The Man.'”
Fans sing, “Holy Toledo, Bill King!”

 

Hall of Fame Names Bill King Ford Frick Award winner for excellence in broadcasting.



Wait’ll Last Year

by Hilary Barta

Have the “Try Not to Suck” Cubs gone “kerplunk”?
Who knows why, but they’re stuck in a funk
Gone from having it all
To just average ball . . .
From up high to the muck the team’s sunk.

 



Adios, Jimmy

by the Village Elliott

For Jimmy Piersall (11/14/1929 – 6/4/2017)

Jimmy Piersall today passed away
Childhood hero had own style of play
My first glove bore his name
Tried to play game the same
With his glove, learned to field Jimmy’s way.

Jimmy played with unique sense of pride,
Until by his pride Piersall was fried.
After treated with shocks
Rapped with Harry, White Sox,
Only sane man on air, certified.

 

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