Clone of My Own (To the tune of "Home on the Range")
Oh, give me a clone, With the genes like my own, But convert my Y to an X. And since she's like me, It's a sure certainty, That she'll think of nothing but sex.
Clone, clone of my own, Who's always eager to play, Means we'll have great fun, And I'll only need one, So please get her started today.
As long as you're mixing, Some genes could use fixing, To make her the best she can be. Blond hair and blue eyes, And a skinnier size, And an IQ a bit less than me.
Please send me my clone, Just as soon as she's grown, Past the virtual age of eighteen. I'm tired of dating, And eagerly waiting, To make it on the cloning scene.
Here's what I did stuck at home...
I got bored just puttering in my shop, so I thought I'd take that old lattice in the back yard and nail it to the wall. Actually turned out pretty cool
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