Chinese Characters Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Now this is nothing
Special-
Asian girls are
Yawning-
In the evening I play
Chinese chess-
With my faher-
I don't know his name-
Whatever his name
Is,
He wins most of the time-
I've won three times-
He cooks frog legs,
Liver, and duck tummy-
Afterwards,
At night,
I make love to his daughter
In the bedroom he has
Given us to
Make love in-
Sometimes I wish she was
A better lover-
Sometimes I think she
Is just right-
And in the day the sun
Is made of Chinese characters
That seem to be
Trying to describe
Something to me
I cannot understand.