Dear Mr. Fields,
I absolutely admire the way you carry yourself
So high and mighty
Your wife is so dashing that a donkey could compare to her beauty.
And you
All the while, your personality is about as sweet as a fart
From the day we met
I knew we were meant to be
The worst of friends
The Way we clicked,
The way we got ticked
You have finally fulfilled my life
It's not so much the fact that you talk too much
No, its not even the way your voice remidns me of brokeen glass on a chalk board
I guess what I'm trying to say is that
It's not that you're fat
By the way
I went out last night
Your wife was there
She put up quite a fight.
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