She was a high school slinger <br />Six times winner. She's the <br />dame of all the books that you'd read <br />She'd rub against your shoulder <br />Oh so much bolder, you'd hang on <br />everything that she said <br /> <br />You'd never see slimmer <br />But she craved to be thinner <br />Those magazines really got to her head <br />Face painted pale, <br />Her tonsils' evil blare <br />She made sure that she always got heard <br /> <br />She's a Ballroom swinger <br />Kareoke singer. She's the epitimy <br />of all that I dread <br />Her face a bit older, <br />A heart getting colder <br />How will you ever get fed? <br /> <br />Now she's a real Hum-dinger <br />A fiesty city minger <br />There's one thing you'll have to accept <br />On her roads to decieve <br />She still spreads her disease <br />Never leaving a heart unbled <br /> <br />So don't try to win her <br />Till you learn how to sting her <br />You'll be sleeping in an empty bed <br />For she'll take all your money <br />Then run to her Mummy <br />And leave you with a hole in your head<br /><br />Omar Ali Sabar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-school-slinger/
