Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
Hey, Marge, for you I've got the hots
So bad that I break out in spots
That cover me from head to toe
And come with fever, don't you know?
The docs say that they are not sure
But they don't think there is a cure
For this strange malady I've got
That makes my blood so very hot.
It could be terminal, I think.
Spots on my cheeks are rosy pink
My face is flushed...I'm prone to sweat
So much each night my pillow's wet!
My heart beats fast. My nerves are frayed
My skin looks like pink lemonade.
If this keeps up, dear Marge, I'm sure I'll
Have to get an epidermal!!!
So I don't know how you selected
Me to be the one infected
But here I am, a hopeless case
Just because I saw your face.
[This message has been edited by Balladeer (edited 04-07-2000).]