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
Posted on 09/17/07
Published in Detroit Tigers, Food, Pure doggerel | Link to this poem | 4 Comments
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
Rod wrote,
Yorman, meet Antonio..
Antonio, this is Yorman…
How Bazardo!
You Bastardo!!
http://mlb.com/team/roster_nri.jsp?c_id=phi
Link | March 9th, 2009 at 6:50 am
Bardball » Reviving the Art of Baseball Doggerel » Vaya Con Dios, Bazardo wrote,
[...] For an earlier poem about Yorman Bazardo, click here. [...]
Link | April 30th, 2009 at 1:33 pm