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Steve Says:
9.10.2004.13:59
I posted this awhile back in my livejournal, and reading back over it I thought it was funny enough to post on this site too. I may be wrong though...
Cherubs toil day and night
Searching for pieces that fit just right
Not much fun, this daily grind
"For love!" themselves they must remind
The Pay is bad, benefits suck
But once a little cherub increased his luck
There was a cupid simply named Frank
Compared to the others, this dude made bank
Twice the matches in half the time
Under budget by a dollar and a dime
How he did it, even baffled his bosses
Especially since Frank never left the office
The others would travel wide and far
Looking on beaches, on benches and in bars
To find for their clients their hiding soul mates
maybe hook them up with one or two dates
But Frank was a legend, his name getting bigger
The other cherubs just couldn't figure
It turns out Frank was pulling wool over eyes
He was caught in his workshop fashioning two thighs
See while others would find the one piece that's exact
Dude made pieces fit with silly putty and 'nilla extract
The moral of this story may be a little unclear
Especially since I've had a gallon of beer
A belief I hold tight, is the moral I've laid:
True love should be found. Not made.
