Friday, 22 October 2010

Tasha's Poem!

If you've got it flaunt it that's the sayin, Tasha's workin that, they're the rules she's layin


She's doin it right alright, short skirt pretty tight, high heels all night, till the sun comes up and the sky is light


Drunk text, drunk call, we've had them all


Our sheep get deep and attention we reap


Fire! Fire! In the loo's, forget the fire where's the booze?


The boys are tryin, we send 'em home cryin,"Bab I'd rather have a chicken burger, I'm not even lyin"


Put her on page 3 let her pose, lose the clothes, everyone knows, she's an English rose


Natural beauty, with a duty, to be showin off her booty


Look but don't touch cuz this is my wife, gonna guard her with my life


No man's gettin past me, let me look through your love CV


If you pass this test and all the rest you get the crown, the chance to date Miss Aston-Brown!

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