spuning out of control
When In Rome
There was an Abyssinian (I made her),
an Albanian,
a Bolshevik,
a Bratislavian (he was worst),
a Brazilian,
a Canadian,
a cannibal (uh-oh),
a Colombian (smoking),
a cynic (she didn’t believe the Canadian),
a Dominican,
a Druid (he prayed for the Dominican),
a Druze,
an Etonian,
an Estonian,
a fool (ha ha),
a Frieslandian
a Gazaian (she stripped),
a graduate (he smoked),
a Haligonian,
a Helgolandian (he was gone),
an Israeli,
an Iranian,
an Iraqi {they three went into a bar},
a Jamaican,
a Japanese,
a Kazakhstanian,
a Kurd,
a Lithuanian,
a lush (one in every crowd),
a Mongolian,
a monster (them’s the odds),
a Nederlander,
a Norwegian,
an Olympian (I liked her),
an opportunist (coulda been me),
a Pole (he vaulted over the rest – *joke*),
a Québécoise (I’ll never forget her),
a Russian (great dancer – he had the steps),
a…
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