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9 Boys in a Row. NINE. For your listening pleasure. . .
Sung to the tune of "I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables in a most pitiable fashion. Indeed, much like cats screaming in the alley.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
Of a 9T Snowshoe Cream
But after 9 boys in a row
It's no more than a pipe dream.
Then I was young and unafraid
To spend more money than was wise
I thought I'd make it back in time
Now 3 months later all hope dies
In my dreams that come at night
of Cream with Latte Dreamy whiskers
But the odds tear hopes apart
And I grab the nearest liquor.
And still I dream she'll come to me
That we will breed the weeks together
But now there's furs much more desired
This final boy I cannot weather!
I had a dream my 9th would be
a girl high-traited and supreme
But now I just menagerie
And kill the dream I tried to dreamed.
(Spot light follows a lonely figure as she slumps off the darkened stage)
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9 Boys in a Row. NINE. For your listening pleasure. . .
