Some think the patron should be not be faulted
For having cursed and screamed and vaulted
Over the rail at Wrigley Field.
The Cubs’ play that day was less than exalted.
The usual weak rally had been crushed and halted
And a save was blown by a has-been semi-skilled.
The peanuts he bought had not been salted.
There was hair and a bug inside his malted
And he’d been three dollars over-billed.
He cried out for the place to be asphalted
While he chased and caught and then assaulted
The vendor who was damn near killed.