by Hilary Barta
In the spring ev’ry team starts a race
For the pennant they’re each in the chase
. ‘Cept those “lovable losers”,
. Hapless glove/bat abusers,
The Cubs, never reaching first base.
Hilary Barta’s illustrations and other limericks can be found at LimerWrecks.
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