Whole Sort Of Genl Mish Mash
I'd strut into your classroom, Toe,
Rouge splashed across my face,
Decked in pumps and Wonder Bra,
Put Ballads in his place.
My sequin blouse and rhinestone rings,
And pimple cream to hide some things,
My Tic-Tacs mask the Kennel Ration,
Skirt leaves nought to 'magination.
Smooth-shaven legs in fishnet hose,
A diamond stud pierced through my nose,
Flowing hair'll have you enthralled
(You can barely tell I'm going bald!)
My Toe, I'll spare you of your grief,
You need a love with all (his?) teeth,
In time you'll overlook the rash
That covers more than half my a**
And then there is my wooden leg,
(It has an attachment that'll make you beg)
No one's perfect, this is true,
But I'm sure this matters not to you.
Toerag, I'll pronounce my love
In ways that'll make you blanche,
But I'm sure I'll make you truly happy,
Given half a chance.
You see, Toe, I've been watching you
Just waiting for my time,
And now I see its finally here
I give you now my rhyme!
So grade me now, my manly man,
Do so while the time is ripe.
For once you get a load of me
You'll know I am your type!
Thanks for the fun read Toe, I hope I didn't scare you .
"If I rest, I rust." -Martin Luther