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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.

 



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.

 

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