Father, I know the airs are not always safe or fine
For Queenies as gorgeous as that treasured mine,
Behold now she departs to Dallas in the expansive Texas,
And I pray that you calm her reportedly nervous plexus.
From Dallas she’ll like a hawk pierce the crisp jealous air
To London, and perhaps enjoy some cold Coke there.
Please throughout her cruise guard her from the danger
Of troubled clouds and the ogling of some lustful stranger.
Fit to depart for the homely Nairobi keep her.
And seeing how you’ve brought her from far,
I’ll before you bow on a trembling bended knee
And thank you for bringing her so safe to me…
I beg please rebuke her ever unsteady doubting mind
And remember to remind her that indeed love is blind;
Let her sweetened honey-pot and her all ever be mine -
To savor and to kiss, and to tingle her delicate spine.
Amen!
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