Alas it is The End
The game on the diamond portends
For this year’s New Murderer’s Row
It must be said without dread
Though our dreams be dashed!
Yet our future is as pure as driven snow
Filled with joyful possibilities!
Throughout the long baseball year
The NY Yankees have put on quite a show!
Not to be bashful
I credit the Astros
For besting the Yankees at The Show!
Their teamwork dedication and skill are without a doubt All-Pro
We had our chances
Our flights of fancy!
All that glitters can be made not to glow
Dreams are finished until next Spring’s rendezvous
You must have rain to prepare the Red Rose
We tip our cap!
And pick ourselves up by the bootstrap
Aft the most competitive scrap
Will be our year
To climb higher and fraternally grow!
On winning the winning the American League Championship!
Deservedly bestowed on Jose Altuve and the Houston Astros!
The baseball diamond is carved by wonderful memories
Etched by the Divine!
Would a major league baseball team stoop so low
Seeking to be material blessed
As to cheat its way to a World Series good time
By way of the use of the new technologies
To preordain the pitchers methodology
Via the use of an elaborate scheme to steal signs?