Ode to the Girly-Man
Par Sabine Frustrée
My dear, love doesn't matter;
I just chucked a watermelon at her
'Cause she was trying to feed you cake batter,
And you'd be really ugly if you were fatter
'Cause your tight pants really wouldn't flatter
'Cause they were made by an anorexic Mad Hatter.
He knew that fangirls would all chatter
About the skin-baring, barely more than a smatter
Of cloth to cover the latter
Parts
All the fan girls would faint then,
Like a dog being harassed by a chick-hen,
'Cause you weren't meant to be a Manly men
And live all alone in the Dark Fen,
Except for the Uggo you named Ben
Who asked today to borrow my pen.
But you're much to hot to have to hem
All your clothes by yourself with out them
'Cause your fangirls would gladly die again
For you
O-O-OH!
'Cause everyone loves you, my dear sweet girly-man,
Alice...ter.