I'm sick to my stomach.
I've had my fill of Glee;
So I left the House
And met this girl from The OC.
She had a crazy Nanny
Who popped pills
and played possum,
Had a gnarly twitch,
And called her a Teenage Witch;
But we shared Cheers
and Good Times;
So our bond began to Blossom.
Her name was Buffy.
She was lovely.
I was sure that she loved me;
But she left me in Smallville
To meet Dawson at the creek.
Something about this one tree on a hill...
I may never find another.
Should've listened to those Wayans Brothers.
All she ever remembered
Was that my name is Earl.
This Smart Guy fell
For a Gilmore Girl;
But now, there's nothing more to tell.
Ah well. I guess this Boy Meets World.
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