Cheers to choccy for sending me the original mail that ended up being
this web page. I've turned it into a little program that does the random
selection for you. No idea who the original author was, sorry!
For the next verse, simply click your browser's "reload" button. Keep
singing!
Nick
I met her incognito in September,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was weighted down with Twinkies with her cobra,
and I knew that she would be an easy score.
I shrieked in pain I'd swear off booze forever,
She said to me that birthdays made her cry,
But who'd have thought she'd yodel in her Maytag,
I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye.
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