Ode to Helen
Fell in love with a girl from Philly,
Little did I know she could be quite chilly.
When I tried to warm the heart of my sassy one,
She turned on me like Attila the Hun.
Yet, thou I still yearn for my Ice Queen,
She treats me as though I'm the mujahadeen.
Although my cupcake has the thighs of a yetti,
I must be carefull, as she owns a machete.
For if I don't yield to her temper and wit,
I fear I will soon look like John Bobbitt.