Exceptional Sing this poem to the tune of Battle Hymn of Republic. Waspy Women We Adore You by easyeverett1

These tiny waspy women pay A dainty little toll, To shade their face from beauty which Will purify their soul. All protestant these daughter's Ambiguity is plain, Unscented shapeless bodies with No luster in their mane. Waspy women we adore you. Waspy women we adore you. Waspy women we adore you. Impressed with every jewel. Belief is not conceit received within a holy name, but licks with tricks to finger-flick a bic to bigger flame, which decimates the future of White Anglo Saxon Pride in search of resurrection since the congregation died. Waspy women we adore you. Waspy women we adore you. Waspy women we adore you. Please let us play your fool. All present indiscretions and confessions passed as sin will find in time backslidin' minds are slippin' in again. Too late for fate to find a place where faith and hope await but somethin' in the wind again will land upon my plate. Waspy women we adore you Waspy women we adore you Waspy women we adore you We are your special tool. But old remorse can set a course when games are played too straight where beauty brought was never bought to be the brand new bait. So wait for fate to find a face to place inside the race for there is where the lion's share of mischief found disgrace. Waspy women we adore you. Waspy women we adore you. Waspy women we adore you. Though you may treat us cruel. Recognized

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