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.

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