Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Ode To Denise

I'm alone with you.
But you're trapped in my TV set.
Your hair helmet is one thing
I shan't soon forget

Please, please, please
Touch your toes
I'll reach into the fridge
For one of your Idaho potatoes

Chop up some garlic
Rub in some oil
350 on bake
Wrap that bitch in tin foil
A little naughty time, lets make

Do some stretches
You taunt, I eat
Can you be this chipper
And have a dyn-o-mite backseat?

Denise, Denise
I don't run, jog or jump
But I'll surely count each reps
As you work your lady lumps

The End.
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