In keepin' with the spirit of poetry:
What I want's
a girl so big and fat,
that when ya go to hug her,
you don't know where you're at!
So you take a piece of chalk
in your hand, and make a mark
where you began.
One day, I was huggin'
and a chalkin',
and beggin; her to be my bride....
I met a feller with a piece of chalk
in his hand,
oh no, he was comin' round the other side!