There is a Yankee named Brett Gardner,
On defense, he's a run retardin'er,
With women, he's an organ hardener.
He'll thrust his healthy, throbbing yard in her.
Not like some Richard Nixon pardoner.
His strike zone? It's a Dolly Parton-er!
And hustle, too! a Billy Martin-er!
So get it up! The name's Brett Gardner.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
A Poem About the Man Currently Leading the Yankees in Home Runs
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3 comments:
Nice. Back in the day the daily papers normally printed poems in the sports section.
... although maybe not ones using the phrases contained in this one.
On his Italian Beef? Extra giardinier'.
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