Oh, John Cena,

What's your pleasure?

I'll do it for you,

My Thursday night treasure.

I watched in awe,

And admired your grace

As you shoved that soap

In Paul Heyman's face.

You are a rebel,

But for a good cause.

And, oh, how you tease,

With those lime green drawers!

Your chest is so ripply,

Your eyes so blue,..

And watching you pump up

Gets me hot, too.

Lesnar has huge muscles,

Big Show's got size.

But neither of them

Are candy to my eyes.

I know that big brute

Screwed up your leg

During that triple threat match.

He deserves to be dead.

You need a vacation,

A trip with me, maybe,

And I will have

Your little thug baby.

We'll get to know each other,

And both feel elated.

We'll click so quickly,

As though we had dated.

And when you finally ask me

To be your wife,

I will raise my pinkies high

And say, "WORD LIFE!"