Look at this charmer: 6,2”, 205
IQ 102, blond hair, circumcised
Roots for the Packers, the Brewers, the Bucks
Quarterback, in-fielder, two minute fuck
Not Wisconsin’s best, more like the middle
The middle’s enough when you’ve got horse sense
At thirty he’ll buy a car dealership
2 kids, a deck, a backyard with a fence
Golden retriever, a companion breed
Too busy to think, with five mouths to feed
Pink box in his cellar you’ll never see
Cheesehead, cornball, happy— so happy, he
cries, late at night, thinking of that box
Fly to a spider, hound dog to a fox