Building a Bride
(This is a fictional poem)
I'm like Doctor Frankenstein because I'm trying to create life.
I've been collecting women's body parts and now I'm building myself a wife.
She has a body like Pamela Anderson's but she has the brain of someone who's
a bore.
I gave her the brain of Al Gore.
I just finished putting her together and she's opening her eyes.
She's screaming because I'm ugly and I know that I'm despised.
She said she could find sexier guys at a Bill Gate's look alike contest.
I can tell by her behavior that she's not impressed.
I just gave her two choices, marry me or be put to death.
The ##### just drank some poison and killed herself.
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