clock menu more-arrow no yes mobile

Filed under:

Poem: Au Revoir, Francoeur

Farewell to Francoeur, a player verbose

Whose recent play left Mets fans lachrymose

A deal to the Rangers got Frenchy's bags packed

In Texas, he'll leave not one pitch unhacked

Now Arlington's writers can give him sweet kisses

Ignoring his countless swings and his misses

They'll laugh at his stories, fawn over his arm

He may hit .230, but that man's got charm