Curse of the Goat -- A Personal Challenge

 

The Curse of the Goat

 

The Chicago Cubs stink, they have since 1945. 

Every one knows. 
It all began with Bill "Billy Goat" Sianis,
famous pet the owner of Billy Goat Tavern,
 
and his goat, Murphy.

That fateful day in '45 Murphy came

to the ball game with his man, a big Cub fan was he.

But they were met at the gate, there at Wriggly Field,

by the Cub Usher Cops Corp in full.

You can't come in with that goat,

now or ever was their edict. 

So Old Man Sianis called on his friend,

Cub's owner, Mr. Wriggly.  Now Mr. Wriggly knew

from where his fortune was coming.

What fan in his right mind wants to sit beside a goat. 

He cringed, friend or no, he knew what to do. 

"There's no way in Hell your goat can come,"

Mr. Wriggly hollered, "BESIDES HE STINKS." 

Honked off, Sianis and his goat left.

But on the way out he retorted, "you'll not win

this game or another series ever." 

Murphy added his feeling, Maa, Maa. 

Since that day the curse was on.

Not only do the Cubs not win series,

THEY ARE THE WORST BASEBALL TEAM EVER.

To this day has been this way,

go check the stats in your paper.

 

It's the Curse of the Goat, may it continue on.**

 

Photos and Poem Copyright, © 2014 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 

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Today I'm linked with the Izzy at the Real Toads, Poem is a Curse

 

**Notes:  (1) Izzy challenged us to write a curse poem.  I think she may have wanted us to initiate the curse but I really didn't do that.  I just tell the story here, mostly true, and declare that Murphy's curse continue.  Curses do stop you know.

.............. (2) The animal pictures (at the top are two goats, the bottom guys peeking over their barn door are sheep) were taken during our recent visit to the Vauxhall City Farm located in the Vauxhall area of Lambeth, England, a borough of London, U.K.  Admission was free as are most of the city museums, gardens, and the like.