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I got an emergency comment on my myspace this morning from a very good friend of mine to go to tmz.com because they had pix of THE EDWARD sans shirt for the clocktower scene that was being filmed. It just so happens I was on Pillow Biters, looking at the very same pix, but better, at the very same instant. (No, I'm not posting the pix here, not that anyone reads my shitty blog lol, but it is a severe *spoiler alert* and in case someone IS reading, I don't want to blow the most pivitol scene in the movie. If you must, go there and look for yourself, knowing YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Anyway, it had been a while since I had vistited PB and while scrolling down after almost dying of a heart attack at the shirtless Rob pix I ran across a poem that aptly describes the moment I saw those pix. To the Author Suzanne, full credit goes.....and thank you for describing something I couldn't quite put into words.

Dirty English Boy
By Suzanne

I see you in the movies
I see you on the Telly
I see you on my PC
and you turn me into jelly
You should be illegal, you rock me
You dirty English boy

When I see your bedroom eyes
I turn into a puddle
When I see your bedroom lips
Don't care about the stubble
You make me insane, you rock me
You dirty English boy

I want to be that cigarette
You hold between your lips
I want to be those worn jeans
That wrap around your hips
You set me on fire, you rock me
You dirty English boy

I don't understand this
I feel I'm on fire
You've created a monster
And I'm flaming with desire
I want you yesterday, you rock me
You dirty English boy

Your voice as smooth as velvet
It melts me into butter
But if I were to meet you
All I would do is stutter
You have me by the heartstrings, You rock me
You dirty English Boy

It reminded me of something I had swimming around in my own head for the last week or two and when I saw Suzanne's poem, it definitely inspired me to write mine down. I don't know how many of you have actually heard this:

"I don't care if it rains or freezes 'long as I got my plastic Jesus"

But it was the defining inspiration for my poem. Picture the scene: I'm sitting on the sofa watching Twilight and reading New Moon and I have the little limerick from above playing through my head.......no, I don't know why. It just was. When all of a sudden I glance over at little E, who is ever so faithfully guarding my cherry coke........and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, this pops into my head:

"I don't care if he's moody or sullen as long as I've got my plastic Cullen"

conceived, composed and written by Ms Lisa

I realize that it does not have quite the same panache as "Dirty English Boy"............

Eh bite me you Twi-wenches......how dare you interrupt my haughty literary genius, lol