There once was a fellow named charlie
Liked to pretend all macho and gnarly
When actually he purred like a calico cat
And begged the ladies to come cyber chat
Not getting any action made him surly
So he invented his own perfect girlie ( or 2)
He named them and pictured them sexy
He called them kristin and betsy
He wrote the way he thought girls would
If they were horny and sexy and good
But unfortunately for him, it seems
They were only good in his dreams
It wasn’t hard to see thru his ruse
And he offered barely an excuse
As Betsy he defended his game
Forgetting he was using his own name
Making us realize he is not only lewd
But a very confused and addled dude
We are not adverse to a spoof
I'm not saying the guy is a goof
It's just that the girls he created were lame
He's giving even loose women a bad name
So please charlie if you don' t mind
The next time your shorts'r in a bind
We ask that you consider just this
Be sure its your own gender you diss
please don't misunderstand, i love spoofs and i think we all need more than one persona but if anyone read betsy or kirstin, you will see i am protesting only a particular male's view of what a sexy woman would sound like.
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Reviews of "For C., K. and B."
Reviewed by Charles McKenzie (Reader)
Reviewed on January 15, 2003
Okay, here's the truth: Kristin is a persona; Betsy is not...she is a real person. Ask her and she'll tell you.
Laughing... hmmm so besty and kristin were the talents of his imagination...(blow up dolls...glad you busted his bubble so to speak.) He is what he is... A boy toy!!!! ha!!!
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on January 14, 2003
God Sue, the Lady is lovely that you show. Has she been spoken for? If so then I will gladly speak against her. LMFAO. Bill Murray
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