ODE TO DOLLY
Oh, Maurice, darling, say it's not true!
You've forsaken your Sugar, fallen in love with a ewe?
Does she wear a wide collar lavished with pearls?
Does she have green eyes, soft curves, long golden curls?
Is she pretty, comely, and sweet?
You realize, don't you, in the end she's just meat?
I cannot really compete with a sheep
I have two breasts, not eight, and only two feet
Passion, seductive words, a cell phone
A come-hither look, a sensuous moan
I guess I should declare defeat
Because I don't know how to bleat!
I hope you make money on CDMA
Next winter you'll have to buy plenty of hay
This gives new meaning to greener pastures
Extra-marital dalliances, and rapture
When she gets old you don't have to go home
You can just call up a new clone!
So here's to Dolly, the new love of your life
Your solace and comfort, your soul-mate, your wife
Let's all raise glasses of sherry for a toast
To Qualcomm, the future of science, and mutton roast!
Sugar Magnolia |
