zaph@sdcc3.UUCP (Zaphod Beeblebrox) (03/06/85)
Your hair is like fire, your eyes are like coals your lips are like embers, your buttocks like rolls. if not for that rear, perfect you'd be, however it's big, too big for me. But if you stay hot, it'll melt like old brie. then you'll be slender, and with elegant grace, you'll lose all your balance, and fall flat on your face. -- I'm from nowhere, so I don't care.