by Stu Shea
The Royals were frugal
And traded Mike MacDougal.
He turns ballgames into kugel.
On The Cubs’ Bullpen
by Stu Shea
Some folks take a pill for relief,
But Piniella’s relief
Makes him feel like a pill.
When Howry and Eyre let it loose,
Sweet Lou turns chartreuse
When he looks toward the hill.
It’s just a bad Ohman to see
The rookie, Cherry,
Looking in for the sign.
They’re going from bad to Wuertz,
And watching them hurts
With the game on the line.
A Poem for Lou Piniella
Quite a fella,
That Lou Piniella.
He ain’t yella,
You can tella.
He joined the Cubs
To lead those scrubs
And prove past flubs
Were yesterday’s stubs.
A Herculean task?
Don’t even ask.
In last year’s grotesque,
They finished dead last.
But with Al Soriano
And Carlos Zambrano,
The team may be on to
A World Series, pronto.
And if the Cubs win
A World Series, then
The fans will have gin
Drenching their chins.
If not, then old Lou
Will have some ‘splainin’ to do,
Which he’ll probably do
With a meltdown or two.