The Choice
Seven sisters sit before you,
telling you how they adore you.
Choose the one with fewer whiskers,
the youngest one of all the sisters,
If you choose the one with warts,
she looks really good in shorts,
or perhaps the one with pimples,
she's so sweet with double dimples.
then there's she with halitosis,
bearable in tiny doses.
see that girl who's so robust?
Never makes a bit of fuss.
There's the gal with smelly feet,
deep inside she's really sweet.
Finally the balding one,
always has a lot of fun.
Now you have the sum in toto,
make your choice,Dear Quasimoto.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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