It's Spring, and a young fellow's fancy...
well, you know, a fella gets antsy
Sees bat, ball and glove
and thoughts turn to love
Just like when Sid Vicious saw Nancy
The saying is 'hope springs eternal'
But what if one's luck is infernal?
The chances are great
the Cubs will deflate
The start of their endings is vernal
It's sunny and 70 degrees in Chicago, opening day for the White Sox at Comisk--er...um, Cellular Field. The Cubs play at Atlanta. Here goes nothing.
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Will this be the year of Go-Go Sox
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A team that is trim
with vigor and vim
or one that is full of so-so jocks?
Thanks for the shout-out, Hilary.
ReplyDeleteSay Norm, you mind if we use your little ditty on Bardball? Remember, success on the internet is entirely measured by exposure, not money.
James------My dittle litty...er...little ditty?
ReplyDeleteWhy, be my guest, Edgar.
I'd be honored.
The Cubs, once again, it would seem
ReplyDeleteHave another "Ye, Gods!" of a team
The front office confessed
to be doing their best
To continue destroying fan's dreams
Does Apocolyte taste better or is it less filling?
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