By Stuart Shea
Zito, Zito,
His arm is meat-o.
He goes down
To weekly defeat-o.
His salary is
Really neat-o.
Unless you’re the Giants who may have to eat-o
His contract if he can’t find some team in the National League, or even anywhere at any level of organized baseball, that he can beat-o.
Posted 6/5/08
Published in Stu Shea, San Francisco Giants, Pure doggerel, Players | Link to this poem |
