Oh, my headA Poem by DannieMeant to be humorous. If you have no sense of humor, or like Hannah Montana, please, do not read.I hate that Montana chick. Her voice is like claws. Not talented, even a bit.
The song lyrics-hardly original But it matches her make-up'd face; All fake, dressed up like a doll.
The CD shrieks, makes my ears bleed Until I want to swallow a pint of mead. But the tune is there, it is her seed.
Growing and growing, like a weed And my sister will plead, "I need, I NEED!" 'Till the sweat on my temple will bead.
And I'll scream, "No more! I don't want to listen to that dirty w***e!" And all the people in Wal-Mart will stop and stare
And the Hanna look alikes will glare. Then the biggest and fattest Hannah rises up And drags me screaming back to her stinking lair.
That will be the last you see of my flesh Because the fattest Hannah (aka, Bess) Lugged me back to her nest
Where she feasted upon my core And ate the rest of the gore But, lastly, off my head she tore And upon a pole it was bore © 2010 DannieAuthor's Note
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