My heart is hard;
Pumping too long agains this peripheral resistance;
And the pain that drains from my brain;
What love is left is yours.
My princesses, twain;
Cry "Cowabunga", caring;
To put a sweet milky morsel;
For their favorite white meat.
Swishing skirts and combat boots;
She gave me her heart;
And I ate it, for it tasted of peanut butter;
I'd throw love in your face, if my hard heart had any left.
Stripper boots and a steady smile;
Defib to dying dendrites;
An eloquent, elegant heiress;
Who cannot see her wings.
High on heels and squared shoulders;
Adorned in amiable attire;
For this auspicious au-casion;
'Cause you can't say no to Asia.
Carrying Care Bear candy;
Caretaker of this hard heart;
Always there when I need to spill it;
Doesn't mind the blood.
Lasting briefly;
Only QRS complexities;
Ventricles fail to;
Empty into the aorta.
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