An Ode to GL

Gl, thy muffins art so fine.
More! More! More! We whine.
Though you may claim that no human wants you,
Truth is, lotsa people wanna fish with you.
Your boobs may shrink and sag
And your muffins dry and mouldy
(By the way, have you shaved them lately?)
But fret not my dear semi-lesbo,
There will always be pictionary at 50.