Move over Myrtle!
This girdle is mine.
It may be rubber
but it holds me fine.
It doesn't leave me chafing,
but shapes me where I'm bulging.
Move over Myrtle . . .
wearing it . . . I'll look divine.
Move over Myrtle!
You're unpliable--
your hips splayed quite wide--
likely liable.
You know I need this girdle . . .
I'm still flexible Myrtle.
You're FAT--undeniable--
it won't FIT your behind.
Move over Myrtle!
You sufficate me;
please let me get by.
I crawled beneath thee.
Grab, tug, push, shove--RIP--it's torn!
Bought it . . . never to be worn.
Move over Myrtle!
Tires go on sale in the morn.
Myrtle ran, fell
on me. I yell!
She's stuck . . . swell
I'm turning to gel!
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Reviews of "Move Over Myrtle"
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2003
LOLOLOL this is quite something, a funny fanerifik write
Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2003
this was awesomely hilarious poor you and wow Myrtle needs a dieet hope all goes well with doctors for Doogie he need prayer so I send one okay
Homer's Ill Iliad & Odd Sea Odyssey (420 pages) is an adult satire/parody rewrite of the classic stories of the 10 year Trojan War and of the 10 year adventure of Odysseus trying to return home to his native Ithaca.
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Bought it . . . never to be worn.
Move over Myrtle!
Tires go on sale in the morn."
Haha!! methinks you have a new fan
Thanks for the smiles Sandra :)