by Hilary Barta
There’s a pall on the breeze in the air
Though there’s ball, for the freeze they prepare
.   In Chicago the fans
.   make their long winter plans
as they fall on their knees in despair
Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel
Alas for the end of the sport.
The good news that I can report
Is that I’m not there yet, nah.
(Minnesota, you betcha!)
…Well. It is good news of a /sort/.
The teams are as cold
as the weather’s become
Dreams shatter
Teeth chatter
as we all grow old
and all pleasure goes numb