In the grand and gritty city of New York,
Where basketball fans loudly bark,
There’s a yearning so loud, it shakes the Garden,
For a towering giant once called “The Unicorn” – no pardon.
Oh, Kristaps Porziņģis, once our hope and pride,
With dreams of titles, we stood by your side.
But fate and trades did wrench you away,
Leaving Knicks fans with sorrow and dismay.
Now, as the Celtics lead the NBA Finals 1-0,
Against the Mavericks, their defense subtle.
Porziņģis, our former shining star,
Scored 20 points and stood strong, like a bar.
Six rebounds too, he snatched from the air,
His talent, a reminder of what’s unfair.
For in Boston, he thrives and excels,
While Knicks fans drown in nostalgic spells.
“Bring back Porziņģis!” they cry in despair,
“Pair him with Brunson, it’s only fair!
Another superstar is what we need,
To once again let the Garden bleed.”
In this poetic twist of fate and dream,
Knicks fans imagine the ultimate team.
With Porziņģis back, towering tall,
Jalen Brunson and him, they'd enthrall.
So here’s to hope, in this smart verse,
May the Knicks' fortunes soon reverse.
For in the heart of every fan, there’s a spark,
A dream of Porziņģis returning, to light up the dark.
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