ODE TO JOHN CENA

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!"