‘Twas the night of the winter meetings and all through the Lou

Not a Cards fan knew just what Mozeliak would do

The hot stove was sizzling, some teams had improved

But St. Louis had yet to make a damn move

A delusional few had Trea Turner in their head

But most will acknowledge that cult is brain dead

Prospect huggers in their kerchiefs, and I fully nude

Argued about trading Carlson until it got rude

When over on twitter, there arose such a clatter

I logged on to the app to see what was the matter

Away to Texas, deGrom in a flash

“Lol Mets” on my keyboard I mashed

Five years to the Rangers read the Heyman alert

But for most of that contract Jake will be hurt

Then my wondering eyes did I see

Reynolds wanting a trade from the team at PNC

The Pirates are garbage and should be sent down

To the Frontier League, their owner is a clown

The star outfielder won’t be traded in the division

But I’d give up Noot, TON, or DC to realize that vision

With other pieces of course having to empty their locker

Even Gorman or Libby, I’m no stupid focker 

Dreaming of new blood in the lineup is a blast

Like Contreras or Belli or an A’s catcher with ass