Today’s release of Miguel “The Poet” Batista means the end of our Poems for The Poet. We couldn’t let the occasion pass, however, without penning some final verses for him.
Farewell O Poet, Our Poet
Though words are your tools off the field,
It’s numbers that matter when you’re on.
And those numbers you compiled were not good, not at all.
Which is why you now find yourself gone.
This wasn’t the first time you’ve been released.
And now, at age 40, it might be the last.
Perhaps you gave us one or two moments of entertainment these last months
But the frustration makes us glad your outings are now past.
We know of your guidance to Salas and Sanchez off-the-field this season,
So undoubtedly, in real life, you’re a decent guy.
You’ve even guided us at Aaron Miles’ Fastball, stretching us creatively
But this remains our favorite Cardinal image of you as we say good-bye.
Now it’s Miranda’s turn.
Miranda’s Goodbye to The Poet
Oh Poet, we had such high hope
That you could pitch and not be a dope
Our hope soon waned
When you caused much pain
Giving up run after run
You weren’t much fun
Tuesday was your last for you to play
Cardinals Nation says HOORAY!
Happy trails, dear Poet. (That seems kinder than just saying “good riddance.”)