An Ode To Johan Santana

There was once a cool dude named Johan Santana.
Now he is lame like Hanna Montana.

Oh Johan we surely will miss you
and my sister would probably kiss you.

You have dazzled our eyes and made us fans.
To watch you, I would always change my plans.

I remember when you were a reliever,
and made yourself a master deceiver.

You earned your way into the starting rotation,
and we cheered you with many an ovation.

Now your an established player,
and probably would win if you ran for mayor.

You baffled hitters with all of your pitches,
And have gone from rags to riches.

You have made so many players wiff,
they leave the plate without a sniff.

I thought you would take us all the way,
but now you have left and I have nothing to say.

You're gone for the 'Big Stage' of New York,
the latest twenty-two million a year dork.

I used to think that you were the best,
but now your just another buster wearing a vest.

Oh how I wish you'd have stayed here to win,
you were one hell of a Minnesota Twin.