Oh To Love A Microwave


Oh my microwave is so fine
It gives me steamy hot food
My brain, I should not put in there
Because it would make me ramble
On and on like this
Oh no, that means...
I've committed that very crime!
I stuck my head in my beloved microwave!
How could I?
Oh!
But maybe it's all for the best
My microwave and I could never last
It's electrical and I'm organic
I never ever could stand by him
But NO!
I MUST!
For the sake of love, I must!
And off I shall go
To press that shiny button
To consumate myself to him
Give me heat
Give me heat
GIVE ME HEAT!
Aaaaahhhhhhhh



© 14th August 2004
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