Hi it's me Coral. This is the Barb- uh, Allen's poem. Wrote
by my friend Holly. Er, she seems to be obsessed with a certain part of his
anatomy. (it's only PG folks!) R+R!
The Fling Thing
It hangs so perfect,
Straightened with care,
The one thing he loves,
His long blondish hair;
What do you want me to say,
What do you want to hear,
It's shiny and glowing,
What a beautiful glare;
What would he do,
Without his ego at side,
He should try something different,
But his hair would abide;
Yes it's Allen whom I speak of,
I thought you would know,
Who else could it be,
With that bright blonde aglow;
Who really knows,
What the future will bring,
But right now for the time,
He just wants his "Fling Thing".
by: Holly (Poison Ivy)
The Fling Thing
It hangs so perfect,
Straightened with care,
The one thing he loves,
His long blondish hair;
What do you want me to say,
What do you want to hear,
It's shiny and glowing,
What a beautiful glare;
What would he do,
Without his ego at side,
He should try something different,
But his hair would abide;
Yes it's Allen whom I speak of,
I thought you would know,
Who else could it be,
With that bright blonde aglow;
Who really knows,
What the future will bring,
But right now for the time,
He just wants his "Fling Thing".
by: Holly (Poison Ivy)
