$Disclamer$: I own nothing.......only.....wait....not that eather.....*Tear*

I CANT SPELL!!!!!!!!! A 1st GRADER CAN SPELL BETTER THAN I!!!!!!!!!!!

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Heres some more disterbing letters from the Fop himself!!

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Dear Christine,

Roses are Red,

Violets are Blue,

Suger is Sweet,

And so is.....................................

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..................CHEESE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....oh and you......

THE POTATO OF THE OPERA

Dear Erik,

*says very fast*

I Stuck a Chipalatta up each of my nostrils and.....n....now I can't SMELL!!!!

All I can smell is chipalattas!!!

Potato of the Opera

P.S. S.O.P! (Save Our Potato!)

Dear Christine,

Every time I look in to your eyes I see.....my self staren back at me!

{{Oh yeah! That ryemed (spelled that wrong huh?)!!)

Your Mashed Friend,

P.O.T.O

Dear Managers,

*Start Singing to the tune of 'Two Pinaclattas (spelled that wrong two!)

I need Two chipalattas....... One for each hand. We can set sail with captin Erik,

who never leaves dark land!! The chickens I forgot them..... Barred 'em in the

sand.....so bring me two chipalttas....And say good bye to your trubles with....

.....*wisper* the Phantom. ^____________^

P.O.T.O

Dear Meg my *darling* wife,

HUSBAND BEATER!!

HUSBAND BEATER!!

HUSBAND BEATER!!

P.O.T.O

p.s I'll go back to my closet now....@_@

Dear Madam Giry Old Person Lady,

I belive your daughter has problems. She was trying to push me down the

stairs, but luckly I landed on my head so it softed my fall.

P.O.T.O

P.O.T.O

Dear Carlatta,

I found one of your hats! But why does it have two head holes??

The Potato of the Opera

Dear Erik,

I demand you to stop making big words! Its making me sound stupid!

*Beeps nose for own amusement* See! No stupidity here!!

P.O.T.O

The Potato of the Opera

Dear Erik,

You suck the fun out of everything!!

FUN SUCKER!!

FUN SUCKER!!

FUN SUCKER!!

P.O.T.O

Dear Madam Giry,

Peaches are Fuzzy, So is your uper-lip!!!!! ^____________^

Dear Christine,

I ate mashed potatos today!!.....Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! I ate my self!!!

But I taste so good!!

Potato of the Opera\

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A/N about that 'my darling wife' thing. I wrote a humer story once about meg and Raoul being married and Meg is a husband beater.^-^

Like I said i cant spell and i do not have spell check eather....my computer sucks buttermilk TT.

R/R and I might wright more!!

Raoul:I want to sing to my fans!!!!!

Me: what fans?

Raoul: Just because there is none around us dosent mean i dont have none....*presses nose* Beep!

me:oh yes who could resist that?

Raoul: SLUSH IT! here is a song all you kids can sing when your going back to school!!

Me:Oh no....

Raoul: *Clears voice*

Back to school....

Back to school....

To prove to Erik I'm not a fool....

I got my lunch packed up....

my shoes are shiny.....

I hope nobody kicks my hiney!

Me: you just riped that off of Adam Sadler song!

Raoul: *gasp* NO! He Ripped it off of me!

ME:dont mind him......just R/R!