by Bud Lemire on April 8, 2007
She’s senile with a wicked smile
Just sit around and wait awhile
She has your data all on file
And has an insanely bizarre style
She’ll tie you up and make you cluck
Or maybe quack just like a duck
She’ll sit in front and stare at you
Maybe like a cow, she’ll make you Moo
She could have a laugh, and make you wear a wig
Or make you Oink, just like a pig
She thinks it’s all, par for the course
To saddle you up, just like a horse
If she were to have it her way
She’d get you alone, in a pile of hay
You may think that would be okay
But you have no idea how she likes to play
Be careful or she’ll go for your throat
And try she will, to sink your boat
She’ll always try to get your goat
I’ll leave it here, on this special note
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