When baseball season rolls around
When the snow melts away
The Cubbies begin to play
In their ivy-covered burial ground
But now they only bring fatigue
While dwelling at the bottom of the national league
The Cubs always seem to disappoint
Winning games just isn’t their strong point.
Cubs fans never seem to catch a break
Winning just one should be a piece of cake
Haunted by billy goats, black cats, and Bartman
The Cubs will never win it all again
Since 1908
The Cubs have not been so great
The boys from Wrigley do their best
But the “Curse of the Billy Goat” will not rest
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I know the pain, my family has always been Cubs fans, and it's heart wrenching every year to see them fail.
ReplyDeleteThis poem was a great break from all of the serious poetic poems everyone else submitted. You didnt use much figurative langague or imagery but somehow you managed to capture the essesnce of this truly american baseball team. through these words i can really feel the regret and sorrow that many cubs fans feel on a daily basis. This poem is truly a masterpiece.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Ben that this was a nice change from the general theme of most of these poems. I think you would like the fictional novel The Natural by Bernard Malamud. It is based on a kid who is going to try out for the Cubs. The first line of the last stanza seems weird...Maybe lengthen it.
ReplyDeleteyou would know everything about baseball the poem i good how you tie all the different curses and all the different facts i so the reader knows how bad it has been for so long
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