by James Finn Garner
Finally killed the Curse of the Bambino
As the Carmines won
The first clincher at home since World War I.
Led the pitchers pack. He
Revelled in his power,
With Uehara, Workman and Tazawa.
Stephen Drew and Mike Napoli
Came through in Game 6
After playing somewhat crappily.
And Big Papi
Was voted World Series MVP.
Let the cheers ring out near Boston Harbor!
And haul your butts to a good barber!
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