Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Ode to Taylor

Taylor,

my pretty polly pocket
my giant genteel gerbil
my funny fabulous friend;

If you were to vanish it would make me weep,

and then I'd leave all my clothes in a heap,

which would make it all worse 'cuz I'm a neat freak,

and I'd sit in the pile and see I'm alone

and then I'd go and pig out on calzones.

So unless you want me to OD on cheese,

never ever leave me,

pretty, pretty please.

2 comments:

  1. Words cannot begin to describe how much I love you!

    And I would never, ever wish ODing on cheese on anyone, least of all you, my dear! Worry not.

    Besides, I think I'd like, die without you. Like we're siamese twins for whom separation is fatal? Something like that.

    <3!!

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  2. I agree, the siamese twins theory supports our shared-brain hypothesis.

    And phew! I was worried about the OD'ing on cheese. I am SO glad you've spared me that gooey, high-caloric bullet.

    <3

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