A Poem

Having just read the poem Carpenter put up, I figured decided to post mine as well. :) Personally, I think his is better, and it is without question of a nobler cause. Mine is more what one would call light entertainment, and is supposed to be in a Chaucerian style. It is intended to be somewhat subtly humorous, with thinly, if at all, veiled sarcasm. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little bit of likely unmerited satire! :)


Mr. Cubs

In professional sports I know a team
Of players that are as exceptional as they seem.
They carry themselves in perfect unison
As one man without any division,
And he is known to all as the Cubs;
No group of meager subs,
But he is one and polished well
Enough that they can sell
Many tickets to his adoring fans.
And he smiles to those in the stands
So broadly and with teeth so white,
With jacket so clean and pressed so tight
That the crowd cheers just as loudly as it is able.
After seeing Mr. Cubs is surely inconceivable
That at any point they would even fall behind
His opponent. His fans never fail to remind
All who happen to pass that he would
Almost never loose, and how could
His fans claim to be the ones to dictate
What other teams Mr. Cubs would eradicate?
So in their claims they must be right;
Their alibi surely is air tight.
Sadly, when the rout is difficult for Mr. Cubs
And there is not always a steaming bath in tubs;
When on the poor fellow there is some pressure
He makes a most piteous gesture
To his fans; he cannot help but choke and splutter
When in a game of great and utter
Importance to those who pay to come and see.
They promised to win it all, but really,
Who can begrudge them a loss or three when
Every last shoe on every foot has been
Polished up so very bright
And his toothy smile has been so white?
No matter what, the fans never loose hope
And every year manage somehow to cope
With a little loss, because Mr. Cubs will
Promise so much every season to instill
High hopes in all who after him follow.
With his good looks he can always do this,
And if he sometimes fails to keep a promise
It can always be easily glossed over;
Mr. Cubs know the fans, and moreover
Knows they will never become mad
That he, once or thrice, did something bad.
After all, there is always next year
To fill with promises for all to hear.
Thus, I think this team must be the best
For it surely has to fault in truth or jest
For which one could justly bring him down.
Oh no, nothing that could ever make one frown.


The Owner, Heirron

P.S. Hopefully that all came out right. It didn't really want to post. :P