Here are a few short verses I have composed in honour of that cool gal, Emily. (They get better as you go further down.) I promise I will write more in the next week or so. Stale poetry is bad poetry.

Emily, she's so fine
She doesn't smell like turpentine.

Emily's chink - just like me
And she's got smarts down to her knees.

We don't need no porno flicks
'Cause Emily is one hot chick!