My New Man, Part 5, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

He doesn't care;
What other people think;
He's not afraid to admit;
That he likes the color pink.

He longs for the days; 
When he could watch cartoons;
And eat Smurfberry Crunch;
From morning until noon.

He likes gentle things in life;
As well as those that are harsh;
He would ever let his family sink;
If they were stuck in a marsh.

He has an excellent memory;
He did a great job in school;
He's the kind of man; 
A lot of people think is cool.

His evil side is angry at the world;
There are many peole to blame;
That is one reason why he likes so much;
To play his computer game.

She loves it when; 
He holds her hand;
He won't fly on a plane;
He wants to stay on land.
Posted: 2011-11-06 15:39:37 UTC

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