An Ode To the Season
Terry

'Twas a pause in September
And all Thru the League,
Few hitters were hitting
(Because of fatigue?)

The DL was maxed out
By owners who cared,
The pitchers were pitching
NR's had been pared.

The top teams were knotted,
Complaints had been sent
Availing of little
The Fox was no gent.

Posey was long gone
The Spitters were screwed
An ICC ruling
Had made them quite lewd

Tamales were struggling
The Cutters were, too
The Panzas were juggling
As middling teams do.

The L'Nuts were lagging,
As oft' is their wont
The Mazins were gagging
Their prospects were gaunt.

Close by came the 'Jackers
With Starters to spare
Who entered quite strongly,
But now were poor fare,

So those were the Standings
As Summer would wane
But Busters cried, "Eff You!
My players will reign."

The Bombers were disarmed,
The Foxes were caught
The Spittters were saying,
"This crap is for naught."

And so went the Season
All wrapped up in Luck
But one thing's for certain,
The L'Nuts still suck.