I was hangin out on the quad one night
As drunk as I could be
When a girl who looked like Jerry Lewis
Came up and started talking to me
'I've written a poem 3 pages long'
She proudly declared
Immediately I hated her guts
A poet and a drunkard - gosh a mighty what a pair
'It's called Green Grass' she whine
'And it has all that you lack'
I guess she meant I had no tits
Or drawers and drawers of sweaters all black
I held my beer in soiled repose
And tries so hard to reply
I couldn't so I puked on her
Black shirt - no word of a lie!
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