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I like gails that do their hails
and paint their nails.
And wear their sunglasses like vails.
I don't mind if they party & drink ales,
As long as they stay outta jails
And keep that needle down on the scales.
But, they shouldn't look like they toss their lunch in pails,
Or like their legs and arms have rails,
Rather, like they've skied Vale and ridden Canondales.
She faithfully pursues her dreams and leaves trails.
Often, she's busy sending texts & emails.
Any cab, she easily hails.
If she sold real-estate, she'd make titanic sales.
She looks hot in a suit, or jeans & pig-tails.
She enjoys cooking me a great veggie soup with sweet potatoes, yams, and kales (not quale).
She's so gorgeous that she's rarely approached by maies,
Except for the one whose courage prevails.
Even if he often doubts himself and bails.
That one success is worth all the "fails."
P.S. Her name is Gale.
No, actually, it's not, I just wanted to end with a rhyme.
Aw, shit. I fucked it up.