Adios Ba-Teet-sta

Tony Batista was a man,
The Twins imported from Japan,
TR promised pop and power,
Maybe to hit behind young Joe Mauer,

With a strange and funky stance,
Who barely fit in baseball pants,
Homer Simpson’s body with Marge’s skill
Fans knew he was over the hill

Far from the Colossus of Clout,
More aptly named an easy out,
Hands of concrete with feet of mud,
Tony Batista: not a stud.

One fine June day after a win,
Tony found out that Bartlett was in,
One more request before you go,
Help Juan and Rondell find the way to the do’.