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I tried to make out with the Rachel McLish image on the computer screen and bumped my nose.

An Ode to Rachel McLish by Max T. Robot:

Oh Rachel McLish,
You are such a dish.
Some may find you brutish,
But those people are childish.
For it is you that I cherish.
Not those who are churlish.
You are loved by the British.

Our love for you is something we brandish.
This rhymne may seem cartoonish,
Like something said in Swedish.
But don't think my love is dotish.
That's something no one can disestablish.
Your skin is brownish
Like a whirling dervish.
Your eyes are darkish,
Which makes them something one can distinguish.
Oh, I hope you are coquettish.
If so, I will make you my fetish.

Something Sort of Grandish

From “Finian’s Rainbow”

Something sweet,
Something sort of grandish
Sweeps my soul
When thou art near.
My heart feels so sugar candish
My head feels so ginger beer.
Something so dareish
So I don't careish,
Stirs me from limb to limb.
It's so terrifish, magnifish, delish.
To have such an amorish glamorish fish.

We could be oh, so bride and groomish
Skies could be so bluish blue.
Life could be so love in bloomish,
If my wishes could come true.

Girl:

Thou art sweet,
Thou art sort of grandish,
Thou outlandish cavalier.
From now on, we're hand in handish
Romeo-

Boy:

and Guinevere
Thou'rt so adorish
Toujours l'amourish.
I'm so cherchez la femme.
Why should I vanquish,
Relinquish, resish,
When I simply relish this hellish condish.
I might be manish or mouseish

I might be a fowl or fish,
But with thee I'm Eisenhowzish.
Please accept my propasish
You're under my skinish,
So please be give-inish
Or it's the beginish of the finish of me.

Skip to 1:44 to get the tune. LONG intro!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yFCMRhtVYs