2003-08-05
7:15 a.m.

Neck & Shoulders Day! (edited)

Neck & Shoulders Day! (edited)

(note: edited to add Sandi's poem)

In celebration of the tasty delights of the Neck and Shoulders of Mr. Clayton Aiken, we bring you the ever tasteful offerings of Nelle and Wendy in FL, both to the tune of songs from Fiddler on the Roof (how's that for class?)

Neck Hunter, Neck Hunter
To the tune of Matchmaker Matchmaker
Lyrics by Nelle

Neck hunter, neck hunter, find me Clay's neck,
find me a find, something to peck,
neck hunter, neck hunter, look through your pics
and find me Clay's perfect neck.

Neck hunter, neck hunter, I'll bring the kiss,
you bring Clay's neck, slender, oh, bliss.
Bring me that neck for I'm longing to be
nuzzling Clay's neck, yummy

for Broads please make Clay's neck show up
it's Clay?s neck we all want you to bring
the Broads well we're gonna holler: Clay?s neck is as handsome as anything

Neck hunter, neck hunter find me Clay's neck
find me a find, something to peck
night after night I dream of Clay's neck
please bring me that luscious neck

Shoulders... Shoulders...
To the tune of Sunrise Sunset
Lyrics by Wendy in FL

Shoulders... Shoulders...

Are these the shoulders that we've dreamed of...
On this the neck and shoulders day...
Pictures of Buttercup sleeveless... Where are they?

His shoulders are so elusive...
When will we see them bare?
Instead we speculate about them... do we dare?

Shoulders, Shoulders, Shoulders, Shoulders
Today could be the day...
Seedlings turn overnight to Buttercups...
Blossoming even as we gaze...

Now is this little boy a grown up...
Now is this buttercup a man...
Underneath the stripey shirts we see them...
These are his shoulders HOT D**N!!!

To continue our recent collaboration, our own Poet Laureate, Sandi (who truly is in a class of her own), offers this fine creation (apparently she got rid of the 'do not disturb' sign from yesterday):

To gaze at Clayton's shoulders makes me happy!

He keeps them covered up and teases me!

To keep them out of water makes him feel safe...

No cats must sit upon them or he'll flee!

If I had the chance then I would soothe them

Remove that shirt and Tee along the way

I would then massage those tired muscles

Breathing in the scent of SpaceNK

Massaging Clayton's shoulders would be heaven

Keeping the stressful world at bay

Crouching, clutching makes them feel so achin'

I could help to ease that pain away.