I asked Open ai chat gpt to write a poem, giving it a few highlights. The results should be carved in stone.

In the year of twenty-two, The Astros claimed what was due, World Series champions once again, Bringing glory to their fans' den.

Their bats were hot, their defense strong, Their pitching staff, a force to belong, A combined no-hitter, what a feat, Their opponents, no chance to compete.

And oh, their T-shirts, a sight to behold, Their fans proudly wearing black and gold, "Hoes mad" they read, a phrase so bold, Celebrating victories, as they unfold.

But not everyone was happy, it seems, The Yankees complained, about their dreams, Judge's fly balls not going far enough, Blaming the stadium roof, that's rough.

But Dusty Baker, he just smiled, Chewing on his toothpick, not riled, For he knew his team had what it takes, To silence doubters and naysayers' fake.

So let's raise a glass to the Astros' win, A team that fought hard, through thick and thin, For they proved themselves, once again, As true champions, deserving the win.