Michelle

Ode to Michelle:

Ohhhh Michelle, how you make me chuckle,
Thank you for the belt with the big fat buckle.
You're an Icelandic beauty, so very hot,
When the fellas look at you it's as if they were shot.
I've see you shake it, I've seen you move,
When Chingy comes on you sure do groove.
Your little daughter is a mini you,
She even talks to me while she poos.
You crack me up with your cross eyed glare,
Sometimes you treat me a little unfair.
Like when you read the blog I am dedicating to you,
Even when I tell you, "It's just not through!"
You make me yell in my exocist voice,
Now I'll be horse, and I have no choice.
But bottom line, your cooking is supurb,
My appetite is one thing you sure don't curb.
You're attitude keeps people in line,
While they're really just thinking, "Girl, you so fine!"
To work with you is to laugh all day,
I hope that this beautiful friendship never slips away.

And all this time Michelle thought I was writing crap about her. Just goes to show you.
What, I'm not really sure...but I know it shows you something.