I Looked Into Her Bosom Poem by Juergen Himmelstoff

I have been in this land, for not even 6 weeks,
and already into local life I have peeked.
My little Nordic head is curious it seems
and is eager to discover what being English means.

On the bus, I take to
the centre of education,
saw a pleasant maiden
with the name of Katja.
She was teutonic in the extreme,
and a smile of gold, shone like a beam
of the Sun's own rays, I was not only amazed,
but I opened my mouth and let Norwegian words out.
She smiled in my shame, and I let out a gasp
as she turned around and picked up her dropped bus pass.

O!
Ye who tempt a learning boy,
There's some things you can enjoy.

And walking out the bus, my heart pumped with emotion,
And I looked into her pert bosom.