| | David Cook
Thou art my true
American Idol,
Even though thou dost insist
Upon wearing clothing that looks
As though thou hast slept restlessly in 't
And then thou hast fed it a jelly donut for breakfast.
Regardless of thy dress,
Though hast proven thyself worthy
By vanquishing the most vile, fetid, and putrifescent
Pop song
Known to this current age of men.
Plus, thou dost resemble mine own husband,
And he art hot.
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| | Posted 4/15/2008 9:47 PM - 80 views - 3 comments
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