Phffft~~ Phat Wittle Ting.. Poem by James McLain

You look hungry like to try
one of these brownies.
Oh my, they taste like
the one's in the store.
Why did you come to L.A.?
I want to be a movie star...
Here have another, I know
a producer....o.k...but...
how...did I end up in this
dark cold room with no
windows...am I on a t.v.set
already? ..gushing is happy.
While you were asleep we
were married.......you are wife
twenty one...but you don't look
over thirty...either do you........