Upon misconceptions, variables
Of both time and obviously of place
He knew a girl once in a southern town
Black hair and she smelled like tarragon
Took her to a loft overlooking the bay
Felt her insides like white fish
And decided this was not the way
Met Roxanna and danced the night away
Next day awoke to find she was a he
Now that's no way for adults to play
Unless they're both consenting
Then there was that girl in Padua
Who cooked the best Matriciana ever
Pity she was so bad in bed
He thinks of all the lovers he has had
In countries free and forewarned
He can't think of a more appropriate bride
Than the one that's close to hand.
© shaun patrick green 2012
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