by James Finn Garner
Let’s give up a cheer for Yorman Bazardo!
He got his first win, didn’t make it look hard-o!
Let the shouts ring out in the Tigers’ ballyard-o!
Bazardo! Bazardo! Bazardo! Bazardo!
Bazardo! Bazardo! Bazardo! Bazardo!
Just try staying glum while yelling “Bazardo!”
It’s more fun than sex in a trough full of lard-o!
Bazardo! Bazardo! God help me !! Bazardo !!
Posted 9/17/07
Published in Pure doggerel, Detroit Tigers, Sex, Food | Link to this poem |
stu wrote,
This is a totally “hands in the air” hip-hop chant! I love this.
Link | September 17th, 2007 at 4:43 pm
James Finn Garner » Blog Archive » Opening Day wrote,
[…] of left field), extra innings. Unfortunately, no appearance by the pitcher with our favorite name, Yorman Bazardo. Throughout the rest of the evening, we turned his name into a euphemism for everything from body […]
Link | April 2nd, 2008 at 3:27 pm