Three Cubs Limericks

by Tim McClure

The Cubs are in a bit of a slump.
Ninety-nine years is a big hump.

Fans want them to win,
And drinking they’ve been,

Waiting in bleachers like chumps.

When the Cubs lose I get mad,
All of my family is sad,

I kick things around,
My mind is not sound,

And life is generally bad.

I so hate it when the Cubs do lose,
And watching, I still do choose.

Forty-year-old sap,
What a load of crap,

I’m just deranged with no clues.

Posted 9/24/07 

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