To my doe who branded me with good luck
How elated I am to be your soul buck
You stole my heart you klepto
You set my life afire you pyro
Eventhough you burnt off all my hair
I can still pick the lice from your hair
I love the way you throw things when I turn my back
But nanny nanny pooh pooh iI know how to quack
I love the stars and tweety birds you put around my head
Online without you I would surely dread
You must be my wish from a wishing well
Cause you always make me LOL
With your blow torch you set a huge fire
And filled my cyber life with a new desire
To my lovely Deer
I met her prancing around the one of the chat rooms, standing there with a cute fluffy white tail. I offered her some grass and she flamed me with her blow torch... it was then that I knew I had to give her the fresh grass instead of the easy flammable dry grass. We soon began playing around and I'd eat the lice out of her fur. She still threw things at me to keep me on my toes (off them more like it)... but sure enough we became proud parents of fawns here are their names
What we really need to do is win the Mega-Bucks lottery so we can get enough grass to feed the fawns and some fence material to stop them from grazing too far. Doe-Nations are welcomed
Was it when we danced and I Doe-c-doed, when I took her to Dunkin Doe-nuts? Was it Star-bucks' coffee? Was it my impressive Ju-doe chops when she visited me at the Doe-jo? It doesnt really matter, she will always be my doe, my deer, yes my female deer.
This holiday season we spent it over at Aunt Lears place. All the fawns played reindeer games. It was a blast. The adults played Carry-boo ( "boo" being your beloved one ), watched the classical horror movie Santa Slayers.
Our next trip will be to Coloradoe Springs, to meet Uncle Buck.