3/16/2005
Ms. O'Donnell Can Moo, Can You?
I've had it, O'Donnell, I'm tired of your guff
Of your fatty hypocrisy I've had enough.
It's easy for you to be such a big jerk
You can be fat and bitchy if you don't need work.
Or perhaps you can't find any real work to do
Your last role was an octopus in Flintstones 2
Which is only appropriate, if you ask me,
Since your breath smells like something from under the sea.
Your singular talent is flapping your jaw
When you're not stuffing Mallomars into your maw.
Brought me up in your stand-up act, that took some gall,
Frankly I'm shocked you can stand up at all.
To say that I'm fat is the height of depravity
When your massive girth generates it's own gravity.
Best watch what you eat, you enormous baboon,
If you scarf one more Ho Ho you'll bring down the moon.
And your own weight is only 220, you say?
Yeah, right, maybe back on your seventh birthday.
You wouldn't dip down to two hundred and one
If a surgeon lopped off both your boobs and one bun.
Watch your back honey, that's what you should do
If your flabbity forearms aren't blocking the view.
You'd better watch out what you say, Queen of Crass.
Butch you may be, but I'll still kick your ass.
Posted by ka at 6:58 PM
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