angella langella

Angella Langella weighed three forty-five
and stood six-foot-six in her socks.
Her husband was Marty, a sprite of a man,
who came to her life in a box.

Angella Langella had wanted a beau
and didn’t much care ‘bout his looks,
So, she went on the Web and ordered him up
and in three weeks she had Martin Fuchs.

The third, it was said, tho he knew not the two
who preceded him here with that name.
“I’m hungry,” said he, as she opened the crate,
“Let’s get married,” said she without shame.

They ate and they wed, then they coupled themselves,
in Angie Langella’s huge bed.
And before off to sleep they pledg'ed their love
and their honor forever, ‘til dead.

Which came all too soon for our distaf'ed Ang,
who spooned with her man o’er the night
‘til earl’ in the morn when she sought out his warmth,
Rolled o’er and snuffed out his life.