Deanna was telling me about how she hates potato chips but loves pringles. She phrased it like "I hate chips. But Pringles are the only exception." Too bad she messed up the word exception, giving the impression she had been doing some naughty things with potatoes and was now giving birth to a stackable, oddly shaped, chip baby.
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When I was thirteen, I saw my friend open a bag
And curse at the contents
She scrunched up her face and I watched
As she tried to eat a chip
And my Deanna swore that
She would never like potato chips
And last was the weekend that I questioned
Why she was inhaling chips, if her like for them does not exist
And she said,
"Pringles are the only conception
"Pringles are the only conception
"Pringles are the only conception
"Pringles are the only conception"
Maybe she has, somewhere deep in her stomach
A single Pringle
And maybe she found other ways to have a child
But with a chip in its place
And so I asked what she meant
By "conceiving the only...Pringle"
And that's when she began to laugh at herself
And try to justify her reasoning
And in between cackles she explained she meant...
"Pringles are the only exception
Pringles are the only exception
Pringles are the only exception
Pringles are the only exception"
You've got a tight grip on the Pringles can
But I was kind of eating that stack myself over here
I know you'll eat the whole can before the night's end
But could you leave a chip or two for me
Pringles are the only conception
Pringles are the only exception
Pringles are the only conception
Pringles are the only exception
Pringles are the only conception
Pringles are the only exception
Pringles are the only conception
Pringles are the only exception
And I'm on my way to starvation
Oh, and I'm on my way to starvation
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Parodies
PoesíaThis is a collection of parodies I have written. That's all, really. I'll try to put the best instrumental version I can find on youtube up with it, too.
