Today, I'll share the truly tarty tale of Flo
Flo had caught quite a few wooers by just one toe
There were at least four wooers, which we'll come to know
There was Eeny— Mister Meany— Miny and Moe
You'd think Flo would be fairly contented, but no
Flo determined every last one had to go

As Eeny, he was quite a bit of a weenie
He was a wasted wish rubbed out of a genie
Flo could have wished for a cookie or some hot tea
She could have wished for a brand new home— a turnkey
A new reality or a mini pony
But like a rookie, Flo squandered her wishes three

As for Meany— don't go getting my ass started
Mister Meany is not one for the faint-hearted
You can likely make a well-educated guess
On why from Meany, Miss Flo would wish...