With Suzanne in Swaziland
She has the coolest geo-dome in all of South Japan
She made me swear I'd never roam (and she was seventh dan!)
She laughs and calls me 'gaijin' though I really couldn't care
Tonight I'm eating Asian - it's my fav'rite dinner fare
I feel this keen sensation; I think I'll strip her bare
I never thought of getting hitched until I met that gal
She's hotter than a chile pod and still she's my best pal
And though my name is Tod, she likes to call me Sal
She beats me at each game we play; I sometimes let her win
But I don't tell her, hey; it's a condescending sin
If she can't cut the mustard, then she'll take it on the chin.
I took her home to meet my folks; I really should have known
That she would tell 'Caucasian' jokes, and they would grin and groan
My mother said "She drinks and smokes, you're better off alone!"
She's quite the culinary whiz; my waistline tells the tale
My only reservation is, it's always curried whale
I hope that she will quit that biz before I break the scale
Contributors: | Beefy, Kansas Sam, snood, N, F, Dassn't Say, homer, Anon., asdf. |
Poem finished: | 23rd August 2003. |