Cheers to choccy for sending me the original mail that ended up being
this web page. I've turned it into a little program that does the random
selection for you. No idea who the original author was, sorry!
For the next verse, simply click your browser's "reload" button. Keep
singing!
Nick
I met her on the highway stoned on oatmeal,
I can still recall the hearing aid she wore.
She was sobbin' at the toll booth but I loved her,
and I knew it was a raven, nothing more.
The blood test showed I'd hate her dog forever,
She said to me she'd have a swiss on rye,
But who'd have thought she'd run off with a robot,
I watched her melt away and sobbed goodbye.
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