Nelly asked me to write a poem about Ed. Here goes...
There was a fella named Ed,
And on his pretty wee head,
He had no pimples,
Just lovely dimples,
But if you tell him this he will go red.
So there ya go Ed, I can feel the heat from your face already. Apologies for the cheesiness...Nelly made me do it.
2 comments:
Specificially, my face goes Salsa Melt 4. But cheers anyway.
I thought it would've been more of a Ruby Fountain 5.
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