Ned,
Ned Flanders,
I love you, Ned,
Everything about you,
They say it's an obsession,
They lie.
I killed Maude!
For you.
I love your mustache,
And you're so hot,
with your six pack,
and your fear of the Lord,
that's sexy,
I need a religious man,
and the deacon at my church is already married...
Ned,
I need you,
no matter what they say.
An ode to Ned Flanders.
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