Here is a poem that I wrote for you, due to the unfortunate circumstances of your losing the hosting gig for the Late Late Show to that scurvy Scot from the Drew Carey show.
(set to the tune of "My Boyfriend's Back")
My Boyfriend's Black and he wanted Late Night's money,
Hey laaaa, hey laa my Boyfriend's Black!
My Boyfriend's Black and he's cockstrong and he's funny,
Hey laaaa, hey laa my Boyfriend's Black!
Heeeey there's no use in crying...
Heeeey guns only mak-a-me-dying...
You've been so crazy on the telly
Aaahh ooooh, aaaah ooooh
That other host looks like KY Jelly
Aaaahh ooooh,
Wait and see.
My Boyfriend's Black and he'll get another show
Hey laaaa, hey laa my Boyfriend's Black!
My Boyfriend's Black and it might be on Bravo
Hey laaaa, hey laa my Boyfriend's Black!
I love you M.I.B. God Speed.
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