I’m David Wright
I’ll be your captain
My club is the Mets
They’re not a nightmare I’m trapped in
My best’s what I’ll give
As I’ve always been doing
From the day I arrived
And met Joe McEwing
This is a great honor
No, I don’t need a “C”
But a little help in the outfield?
Well, that’s not up to me
My face is familiar
From my time in New York
Please don’t call me “our Jeter”
You sound like a dork
I once Captained America
The world was my stage
Though that was before
I strained my rib cage
The injury’s fine
It’s no big concern
Yet watching from the bench
Is a tough task to learn
When Terry can’t use me
I sit and I stew
Then I look at our lineup
And I sometimes ask, “Who?”
Ike’s on first
I Don’t Know’s the rest
Spring games don’t count
Which is all for the best
Taken from the top
Byrd’s leading off
A promising start!
(Cough cough cough)
Tejada at short
Don’t mind him a bit
As long as he remembers
That he knows how to hit
Then we’ve got Davis
Who’s healthy and hale
If he’s hurt again
This season’s a fail
Our power today
Comes from cleanup man Lutz
Plus he’s handling my sack
Let’s hope he’s no klutz
Duda bats fifth
And then dons a glove
When fly balls are aimed there
Seek help from Above
Behind the plate
Crouches John Buck
He’s got loads of experience
If not timing or luck
Fleet of foot
And sure of hand
Meet Matt den Dekker
As I’m sure you had planned
Playing second base:
Omar Quintanilla
Making a fraction, no doubt,
Of what Fred’s paying Bonilla
Hefner’s the pitcher
He’s still standing straight
Between Johan and Marcum
That alone’s pretty great
Our rotation’s not bad
It can go fairly deep
But listening to Niese
Tends to hasten team sleep
There’s much more to the Mets
We’re on our way up
I’ll bet I get to hoist a trophy
Before Jordany remembers his cup
I dig all my teammates
I’m happy they’re here
Yet why do I suspect
Another long year?
“Handling my sack”was an unfortunate choice.
Den Dekker’s fielding
Is only a bonus
If he’s not the outfielder version
Of Rey Ordonez.
I was going to have my 10-year-old son memorize “Casey At the Bat,” but since reading this fine piece of baseball poetry I’ve changed my mind.
“I’ll bet I get to hoist a trophy
Before Jordany remembers his cup”
Hey David,
With interleague play, there’s no longer a Mayor’s Trophy Game.
Great job. Read the whole thing with the pentameter of Get Metsmerized. Some songs you just can’t unhear.
That’s pretty damn effective.
When they want a batter
To say “ay dios mio!”
They call on me
Jennry Mejia
Well done, Greg.
Play Ball!
As much as their play
might cause us to wince
Be heartened, Mets fans,
by the words of Greg Prince
Naming Wright captain,
I don’t mind even a whit,
What I would really much prefer,
Is for him to get a clutch hit
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Well played!