Big Klu Viewed Through Lens of Blue

Biceps like well-tempered iron,

Frightening to see,

Was Ted Kluszewski.

No shirtsleeves wore he,

Did Ted Kluszewski.

And if you asked him why, he’d

Grind you into loose tea.

In his day he was feared,

The toughest man on the Ponderosa.

But today his muscles are matched

By Sammy Sosa

And Mark DeRosa.

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