what makes me cheerful, she said,
as a pigeon deposited cheer on her head.
the end of the day, the end of the week;
the end of angelina jolie's physique.
what makes me cheerful, she cried,
as a puddle cheerfully opened wide.
the times i play, the times i sleep;
the times i make angelina look cheap.
what makes me cheerful! she exclaimed,
as somebody cheered and she was blamed.
twisting the body, twisting the head:
twisting angelina until she is dead.
Chris Joseph
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