Add a line, please try to stay with the pattern of the original poem.

 

 

Twas the night before Christmas and all through soxtalk

Not a member was stirring, not even Balta.

and the topics were raised, sticked with care

With hopes that some sanity could possibly be there.

Kenny was working long into the night

to help us "win" the division, instead of just giving a good fight

 

 

And Walker with the hitters and Coop with the arms

While Buddy Bell was helping to build all of our farms.

On Buehrle! On EJ! On Gavin! On Danks!

 

On Peavy? or Sale?? To Boston with Jenks!

While out on the field they were doing what mattered

I sprang from my chair and all my beer splattered

away to the kitchen I flew with a quickness

tore off one sheet of Bounty and wiped up the mess

 

The spots on the breast of my new cashmere sweater

gave my nipples the perk all my friends would remember

when, what to my wondering eyes should appear

but an ice cold mug, fresh filled with beer

 

with a little head atop so yummy and thick

I knew in a moment, I must drink this quick

More rapid than eagles the bases they ran

I whistled and shouted "I'm your biggest fan"

 

^^I would like to insert this above FlaSoxxJim's display of Genius, please!!