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 in a treehouse in September,
I can still recall that purple dress she wore.
She was drownin' in the quicksand in the twilight,
and I knew they'd hate her guts in Baltimore.

A Klingon said I'd salivate forever,
She said to me that Rolaids made her high,
But who'd have thought she'd blast off at her health club,
She fell beneath the wheels and cried goodbye.

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