Monday, February 06, 2006

Poem (well, sort of)

As recited to me by cool co-worker (not the crazy dresser), who read it on a sign at a mechanic's shop in Willmington, Delaware:

When God was making little boys
Out of wood and string
He had a bit left over
So he made that thing
When God was making little girls
Out of silk and lace
He came up a bit short
So he left that place

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