I had been spending my days like all single girls...eating ice cream, crying, and watching Oprah...feeling meaningless in today's world when ALAS! News that would change my life forever came to surface. Larry King, the sexiest man in America, is going to be the next "Bachelor." Of course, upon hearing this news I jumped with glee, put on my best pair of red pumps, and went to apply for the show...online. How so you attract a winner like Larry King? I figured I'd start by mentioning that eight is my favorite number, so it must be meant to be. Below is my love poem that I submitted for Larry.
Dear Larry,
I like the number eight,
It must be fate!
With or without the eye patch,
You're the perfect catch!
You've aged like wine,
I'm a sucker for those age lines!
You always look great in the news,
After I've had a lot of booze!
Yes Larry, this is our time,
Please accept my proposal within this rhyme
Love Always,
Lucky Number 8
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