Match Made In Heaven
Roses are dead, triceratops is blue
Vampires would gag at the taste of old you
We are stuck together, both chubby toward totally fat
You are my soul mate; what do you say to that?
Your skin is all wrinkled, but to me you’re a match.
We are suited, we two, as well as any Sasquatch.
Forcing rhymes to show my love is what I am doing today.
Want to come over to my house and whistle and play?
We might both be beefy and age spotted and totally long in the tooth.
But I’m a better match than that girlfriend you used to have –Ruth.
Oh, heck, that old crone is there with you, reading this text?
Forget it now, Romeo. With your attitude I am totally vexed.
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