Monday, June 16, 2003

Hair metal haiku:

Such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good, like homemade pie
My sweet cherry pie

Wanted dead, alive
Take my license, all that jive
Can’t drive 55

Daddy says she’s young
But she’s old enough for me
Only seventeen

I’ve made up my mind
I ain’t wastin’ no more time
Here I go again

Quiet mountain stream
Running through the forest hills
Talk dirty to me

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