Patrish
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Patrish.
By Amanda Jay Clark.
My name is
Patrish Dehler.
This is my life story,
Told in fact, not fiction,
In all its colourful glory.
I’m a computer genius,
No software has beaten me yet.
Just check out my brilliant pages,
All over the Internet!
I’m a whiz at cutting, and pasting,
A fact that can’t be denied.
But then, I do have a fabulous model,
Red-hot, Michael Ironside.
See how his succulent lips, and bedroom eyes,
Invite you, taunt, and tease,
Making you drool so much, you’re in danger of,
Electrocution from your computer keys!
So, visit at your own peril.
The risks you take, are yours alone.
I take no responsibility for computers,
That have overheated, and blown.
When you’re finished swooning over Michael,
Don’t wait for a special invite,
Please come back and visit regularly,
And see new photos I’ve put on my site.
What else should I tell you about me?
After seeing Michael’s muscles ripple,
I decided to build my own up,
So now, mine are nearly triple.
It’s not true that I have a huge appetite.
Whoever said that, tells lies.
I have to eat lots and lots of food,
Cos I’m hooked on exercise.
I’m not a pig, or a gannet,
Just because I pile food on my plate.
It’s not just Michael that I find tasty.
I’m under-height, not over-weight!
I lift weights till I’m grunting, and groaning.
Take energetic walks with my dog.
Then, I load up on thousands of calories,
And work them all off on a jog.
Then, just for the sheer pleasure of it,
I dive in, and go for a swim.
The back-stroke will help my ambition,
Of becoming gorgeously slim.
After that, it has to be snack time,
My food’s carried by a strong waiter.
The extra cholesterol is easy burned of,
When I’m chased home by a swamp-gator.
I do sit-ups, push-ups, and pull-ups,
The splits, and I run on the spot.
I raise my pulse, and my heart rate,
And get myself sweaty, and hot.
The sweat runs all down my body,
Aiding the pounds I will lose,
Where it lands in a salty puddle,
And dissolves my socks, and my shoes.
At the end of the day, is it worth it?
Oh yeah, I like to keep fit.
(Actually, it all drives me crazy,
But that’s something I’ll never admit!)
One thing would make it all perfect.
Working out may delay death,
But I wish I could combine my two passions,
And it was Michael getting me all out of breath!
Patrish, is protected by copyright, and remains the property of the author, Amanda Jay Clark.
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