So the summer vanished
left the team in gory blight
Players who had given up
a team in chaos
Maybe a clubhouse fight
in the dugout heads hung low
World champions years ago
now they all looked sorry
They’d blown another year
last place was not for them
But last place it was
some heroes traded
For the worthless soon to go
fans and writers alike
Knew not what to say
and when the season ended
No one dared to utter
Wait ’til next year