Everything was great it seems.
Because he was living on potato chip dreams.
Sunday night football with glasses of beer.
Brought a whole lot of cheer.
Chasing honies on Saturday night at the local bar.
He was a potato chip eating star.

A ****** took his true love's money.
And then made her his honey.
He wondered where he went wrong.
That she would listen to the ******'s love song.
She was just tired of his boring ****.
And just wanted to get out of a dull rut.

He was the one who was serious.
And she was witty and curious.
But she touched his spirit like no other.
And their relationship was smooth as coconut butter.
When he was with her, his soul flew high.
And their love touched the sky.

He was the vampire king.
And he loved to do his blood thing.
It was no lark.
That he was the ruler of the dark.

He called everything in his kingdom mine.
And he got rid of any other vampires that got out of line.
The prettiest females he wanted to bite.
And cause them such fright.

No one could say that he was nice.
A ****** neck was his spice.
The pretty females best beware.
When he gave them the vampire bloodlust stare.

Homer was a farm boy who loved peanut butter and jelly.
And licking whipped cream and Froot Loops off of his girlfriend's belly.
One of his favorite places to **** her.
Was in a very large chicken coop.

Among all the feathers and chicken ****.
Afterwards, they would wash themselves off with Dail Soap and a garden hose.
Until they both came out smelling like a lavender rose.

When Buddy gave her a sloppy wet kiss.
She felt so wrapped up in love.
Buddy was her pet toy poddle.
He was more delightful than a bowl of noodles.
Buddy was her best friend.
Only death could make their friendship end.

He had a lot of charm.
But he was like a dark storm.
There was more than one stage.
The way that he could go into a rage.
The ladies had better run.
Taking his physical abuse will not be fun.