Monday, December 13, 2010

Monday, December 13, 2010

My rival was coming soon
So while I waited for his arrival
I put my eyes to the moon.

“Hopefully it won’t take long,”
Says Miley with her bong,
But she’s crazy as a loon.

I don’t know where I find the time
To make an honest rhyme
But it usually happens by noon.

But when no rival arrives
I just don’t have a choice,
I’ll break out in hives
If I don’t use my voice.

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