Space Debris

by James Finn Garner

Like a plummeting piece of space junk
The ‘Stros have flamed out like a punk.
The past six weeks they have stunk
Worse than a flatulent skunk.

When they switch to the AL next year,
Houston will have still more to fear.
They’d best get their rear ends in gear
Before AL pitchers pin back their ears.


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