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Cowlicks like feilds of yellow corn. All the days of the week, I write the name I dare not speak. The boy with the cornflower hair, my beloved, and my despair. Your eyes like two green jellybeans, are pools I want to bathe in. My head darth swoon and yet I want to beat your face in. Arnold you idiot, I've always worn it. I've always loved you. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My darling, my darling, kiss me my darling. Oh so shamed, my prometheus, wandering the dismal deserts of my toemented soul. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ To Arnold, with red hot lips, your football head, your awesome face, you grungy chic your cat-like grace. Whose red hot lips do I want to taste? Three guesses stupid! Arnold, Arnold, Arnold! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Arnold my love, my sultry preteen. Why must I hold you only whilst I dream? Will I forever enslaved by your spell? Why must I worship you and never tell? Arnold you make my girlhood tremble. My senses all go wacky. Someday I'll tell the world my love... Oh and my names not Helga G. Patacki!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Each morn I see you bend to drink from loves crystal pool. I tremble near you try to think, will I forever say "You stink?" Am I bound by this tragic rule? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ H is for the head I'd like to punt. E is every time I see the little runt. L is longing for that first kiss. G is for how good that longing is. A is for Arnold! Doi!! |
