Huge Lips Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

We'd gone there to share,
at La Ville des Lumière
many proper French kisses.
But the first ones were misses,
and because I was young,
had an innocent tongue
we did stand by the Seine
like two tourists from Spain.

When an African lad
with gigantic but sad
looking lips broke his stride,
gently brushed me aside
'Voyez-vous mon Chérie
pay attention to me,
I can teach you the French
so let's sit on this bench.'

And with flair de Paris
and a black man's esprit
he then showed how it's done
while I wished for a gun.
In a minute or two
without further ado
he delivered her back
after one final smack.

'Twas a shock to the system
just to see how she kissed him,
and before we went home
we went down to see Rome.
On all further trips
we avoided big lips..