The Poetry of the Crawfish Boxes: There’s joy in Mudville Today.

A poem written mostly by TCB’s Stan Dupp celebrating the end of the Astros’ seven game losing streak on June 23, 2019. Also credit to Orlando Cepeda

Reviewing, consolidating, concluding . . .

There once was a guy named Altuve

With a swing that was perfectly groovy.

He liked playing ball

But that wasn’t all

He sold groceries in short TV movies.

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He and friends Carlos and George

Drew viewers increasingly large.

So Alex, their buddy,

Became a new understudy

To give their sales efforts a charge.

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But after a while

The three went on the I.L.

Leaving Alex to mop up,

But he started to pop up.

Of that there can be no denial.

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Now today they are done with the first frame

And so far it isn’t the same.

Verlander is dealing

And Altuve is feeling

How it was before he went lame.

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And now our left-fielder Brantley

With an RBI swing that is saintly

Puts Jose on his horse

(He scores, of course)

And the lead increases, though scantly.

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[this verse contributed by Orlandocepeda:]

A young Astro who wears 44

Came to play when Correa was sore

Hit a home run per game

(What’s up next, Hall of Fame?)

And a permanent place in the core.

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Though T. Dubb has hit lightly of late

He is still a force at the plate.

And with bases all juiced

He finally let loose . . .

Sending one high, far, and over the bullpen gate.

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At the end of the day in the bright Yankee sun

The Astros were winners and proud to have won.

And in between hitting zingers

He chewed on his fingers,

Blum’s “adorable” little sonnuvagun.

Posted by Stan Dupp on Jun 23, 2019 | 7:30 PM reply rec flag