I was just clearing my throat:
I might say you’re just like a summer’s day
’Cept you’re, like, cuter, and don’t make me sweat.
We get bad weather even in May,
And summer doesn’t last long anyway.
Sometimes it’s, like, too hot, you know?
Then other times it’s cloudy.
Anyway, things all go downhill,
One way or another.
But you’ll stay cute for ever
And never lose your looks,
Even when you’re dead! — Metaphorically, I mean.
’Cause I’ve written you up and put it on the Web.
As long as browsers browse and servers serve
You’ll be online. Do I sound like a perv?