Mitchell Robinson, oh what a tale,
In trade rumors, he's now the sail.
To Washington, the whispers say,
Where Wizards weave their basketball play.
The Knicks, with caution, shop around,
Their eyes on deals, options unbound.
Robinson's fate, a pendulum swing,
What new delights could this trade bring?
Hartenstein might see a max deal’s light,
A towering offer, shining bright.
With Robinson gone, will he ascend?
Or will this tale have a different end?
Chemistry’s a fragile thread,
In the Garden, where fans are fed.
The Knicks, a unit, tight and strong,
Could Robinson’s trade turn right to wrong?
For chemistry’s a subtle brew,
One change, and it may split in two.
Robinson’s blocks, his mighty reach,
Will they miss him on the beach?
His presence, defense, guarding tight,
A New York staple, night by night.
To lose him, fans might fret and frown,
Or will new stars don the crown?
To Washington, if he should go,
What might the Knicks then come to know?
A new dynamic, fresh and new,
Or will the old rhythm bid adieu?
Mitchell Robinson, a Knick so true,
In rumors now, he stands in view.
To Wizards, will he take his flight?
Or stay a Knick through day and night?