Wednesday, March 4, 2009

A Poem About the Man Currently Leading the Yankees in Home Runs

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.
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3 comments:

  1. AnonymousMarch 4, 2009 at 9:22 PM

    Nice. Back in the day the daily papers normally printed poems in the sports section.

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  2. BernBabyBernMarch 4, 2009 at 9:26 PM

    ... although maybe not ones using the phrases contained in this one.

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  3. Alibi IkeMarch 4, 2009 at 11:12 PM

    On his Italian Beef? Extra giardinier'.

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