one time
I met this latin senorita,
and I was like "hey, hon,
how's that hot-blooded stereotypical temperament
treatin' ya?"
and she laughed,
she laughed because she had a good sense of humor
and we were like chi chi chi
and cha cha cha
but it didn't end up working out,
somehow.
and then one time,
with this irish lass,
I arched a brow and said
something to the effect
of "kiss me you're irish!"
only far, far more fetching
and clever somehow
(there was drink involved)
and she tasted of Becks not Guinness
which was fine
but I had to draw the line at Bushmills
that's for protestants
then this brit, well she sure did have a thing
for that thing that the british have a thing for
and I kidded her about that a bit, you can be sure
for breakfast we had bangers and cheerios
which went together, well,
about as well
as you'd suppose
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