There once was a girl with a head
As hot as John Depp on a bed...
Sometimes she would feel
The great need to squeal
When an idiot some dumb thing said.
Then one dark night she had a dream
That she met a nice shrink; what a team!
They went for a smoke
And when she awoke
It was clear her head wanted to scream.
So she went for a walk up a hill
Because sometimes that clears up the ill.
She felt quite at ease
When she felt the nice breeze
So she musn't forget to refill.
Friday, July 30, 2010
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