Poetry Corner: Thanks, God, for the 2008 Yanks

On this sacred thank-you day,
There are some thoughts I'd like to say.
With gratitude for all the news
We've not yet traded Philip Hughes.

To you, dear God, I stand in awe
Of how you twisted Chien-Ming's paw,
And Ian Kennedy's head of clay,
And how Sir Sidney came our way.

And Jorge, sidelined, in a stroller,
So we could get to know Chad Moeller,
And first base, we were solid there,
With Jason's golden underwear.

Thanks for Arod and Madonna,
(Next, please send stronger marijuana.)
And thank you, God, for Hank and Hal.
(We need that dope for our morale.)

Thanks for Yanks who gave their all:
Abreu! inching toward that wall.
Cano! they say he's now all-muscle.
(And will we ever see him hustle?)

Yes, thank you, God, this thankful day,
For Swishers who will come our way.
And next year, thanks to George's dough,
Our new top starter, Derek Lowe.