Sitting home alone,
With nothing to do
She wanted so much
To do number two
Her date on the phone
Promised to dropp in
The talkshow host on TV
Made her so nauseating
She was torn between
Two appalling chores:
Turn off the sickening
Program which never bores
And finally ended driving
The porcelain bus
While a doorbell was really
Kicking up a fuss
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