Alas dear Carol, my feelings are sinking
I have no clues on earth, what I am thinking
Freddy and Teddy thru me for a loop
but to ask for help, I would not stoop
I know deep in my heart, your here to have fun
and that alone in my book, makes you number one
But now about Chris, just let me say
don't let him fool you, with his devilish way
He lives in a castle, high up on the land
and his family is close, a quite loving clan
His water is imported, cess pit made of gold
Decartes with refugees, oh the stories to be told
he writes poems, like the best who do think
but I have no clues, if he really does stink
Its probably a rumor thats run amuck
but if its truely a problem, I wish him luck
