During lunch at the launch,
I met my former mate
Before I could sit on my seat.
I thought I would see her sea of love
When suddenly she hurt my heart
With a fat fart,
To list but the least.

What a game by a gem
And lack of luck for me!
Imagine that fresh flesh,
That piece of peace…
Suddenly become but a bat
Like a village Baas on a bus -
Let be the bloody bee!

No option but to eat it;
A trail of trials had begun.
I caught the coat
Of this bitch on this beach
Wanting her to taste her own test.
I thus let out a late
Yet a fat fart!

It had been hard
To find suit for that soot of smell.
She got hold of a tough tuff
Before I caught sight of its site.
I felt like I should bag this bug,
Beat her a bit
Then write an apology letter later.

I then knew a new thing -
That whether the weather changes or not,
You suck a sack of ice-cream or not
You meet to eat minced meat or not,
That which has been on the bin will be;
That none of the nuns has a nanny -
And that English is just… well, ish-ish!