A poem for Solies
Screach: Now?
Blinky: Yes. Go ahead.
Screech:(singing):Happy Birthday to you.
You're no longer forty-two.
You look like a homo erectus.
And you smell like one too!
Blinky: You know, usually people sing "you look like a...."
Screech: I KNOW what people usually sing!
Blinky: Yes. Go ahead.
Screech:(singing):Happy Birthday to you.
You're no longer forty-two.
You look like a homo erectus.
And you smell like one too!
Blinky: You know, usually people sing "you look like a...."
Screech: I KNOW what people usually sing!