Cub and Flub
Managing the Chicago Cubs -
The job awaits a schmuck once more.
One of the most infamous clubs
Of managing revolving door.
Many have come, many have gone.
All that came had had good careers,
But by the time that each moved on,
They'd joined the Cubs curse of bum steers.
Why would a sane one want the job,
Where losing is the name of the game?
Where ridicule is heaped agob,
Come in with praise, go out with shame.
Chicago Cubs manager - Sigh! !
Only masochists need apply.
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