
Wisconsin gripe about one/
mosquito. Cheese laughs.
Every time I say/
goodnight, I’m one step closer/
to saying hello.
You’re the dreams
I didn’t know I had.
Must I wait ’til it/
snows in Chattanooga to/
kiss someone like you?
Bridget Jones’ Diary Snow Kiss
My girlfriend is a sexy thug.
I’ve fallen in love with her Milk Carton mug.
The dairy world calls her a looker.
She makes men want to book her
with that bad girl look that’s so smug.
I hope she gives me/
another chance to dance and/
not get scared away.
That he is humbled/
by the great lake’s waters shows/
how he is immersed.
Oh shit! They fit so/
anatomic perfect!/
I don’t want to know.
He’d decided that/
he was too old, short and limp/
for her. Quick fini.