Building a bride

I'm like Doctor Frankenstein because I'm trying to create life.

I've been collecting women's body parts and now I'm building myself a wife.

She has a body like Pamela Anderson's but she has the brain of someone who's a bore.

I gave her the brain of Al Gore.

I just finished putting her together and she's opening her eyes.

She's screaming because I'm ugly and I know that I'm despised.

She said she could find sexier guys at a Bill Gate's look alike contest.

I can tell by her behavior that she's not impressed.

I just gave her two choices, marry me or be put to death.

The bitch just drank some poison and killed herself.

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This is a fictional poem

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Afzal Shauq's picture

the issue you raised is rallty impressive but I believe in heart to heart bridges.. the gaps must be covered.. best of luck and hope I get your sweet words too..