It’s been a tough year for the Freak
Some said that he was past his peak
He’d lost his mojo, so to speak
His pitches lacked location.
His Cy Young self seemed to have faded
His confidence was much degraded
If this kept up, would he be traded?
Or fall out of rotation?
As it turns out, the Freak was fooling
Gave his critics quite a schooling
No hitter: the official ruling
He lasted the duration.
His fastball started sort-of clocking
No one reached base, except by walking
Tim let his slider do the talking
A hardball demonstration.
Twelve dozen pitches were expended
Plus four more, his slump thus ended
Hugs from Buster, fences mended.