Jorge Posada: A Poem of Love

TO JORGE

The whole league fears our great armada,

Contenders in each year’s regatta.

But now it’s fear, we got a lotta,

Adrift without Jorge Posada.

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We always reach that upper strata

And chase The Biggest Enchilada.

But now we’re hopeless: nothing, nada.

That’s life without Jorge Posada.

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Great glory? We shall never win it,

If forced to send out Kelly Stinnett.

There is no chance with Sal Fasano,

If Jorge’s down, like Carl Pavano.

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I’d rather use than Mike Piazza

Some cashier from a Kmart plaza,

Our only power would be solar,

If batting sixth, we use Chad Moeller.

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The fans won’t come to our arena

To watch us with Jose Molina.

Our chances shall be rank and smelly,

The day we sign Doug Mirabelli.

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It brings great pain for me to say,

We’re even thin at Triple A.

And we will watch with great dismay,

Until we see our man… Jorge.