Zbaby
I am neither drunkard nor have I bunions.
From a distance I do not smell like onions.
That noxious fruit that you do seem to relish
is to my nose and eyes so very hellish
that I'll just have to ask you keep your distance
and pray red grapes don't lessen my resistance.
But soft or hard as your onions may be cooked,
on your salty rhymes and humor I am hooked.
Lay on, Zbaby!
[This message has been edited by Carl Sundell (edited August 28, 2002).]
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