It was winter in Flushing,
And all through the land,
The fans were bemoaning,
The lack of a plan,
We had jettisoned Jason,
Who sank in the Bay,
We had snuggled up Wright,
And convinced him to stay,
We had talked to Saint Dickey,
And we begged him, Don’t Go!
But we’d spent all our money,
On Ponzi themed mistle-toe,
So we sent jolly Sandy Clause,
Reindeer and all,
To ask all around him,
And to land us a haul,
But the teams had no interest,
And the prospects looked grim,
With Myers to Tampa,
Our hopes they looked slim,
When up on the roof-top,
Who could it be?
Our good old friend Sandy Clause,
With prospects you see.
He’d wrapped up a Thole,
And bundled Saint Dick,
Then sent them up North,
It took only a tick.
Then from out of the chimney,
What gifts did arrive?
Some D’Arnaud called Travis,
And a Gaard who was Snyde,
With prospects a plenty,
And cheer in good store,
The Mets were rebuilding,
Like in days of yore,
Then something more happened,
We all hoped it would,
We got Collin Cowgill,
Which was hopefully good,
Now all the dear Met fans,
Can sleep sound and sleep tight,
Happy Holidays All!
And to all… a Good Night.
David, this was fantastic!
Sometimes it just comes out right.
A W E S O M E ! ! !
Glad you enjoyed
Well done! The befuddled masses needed that!
Happy holidays to all at Mets360!
Chris F
I originally was touting with the fable of David Wright and the Island of Misfit Toys
Winter is long David…I’d like to hear that story too!
Perhaps I will write a valentines sonnet
I liked it when it rhymed
I hated the parts that didn’t.
outstanding
Thanks!
Mets-rific
BRILLIANT!
David,
That was a great Christmas gift! I would like to nominate you as the official poet laureate of the Mets—-unfortunately, if the Mets have to pay you what you’re worth they’ll probably trade you.
I will enjoy writing for the great city of Toronto.