Meeting at the airport

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One day I met this man
His name was Jason Jack
He was big and bulky
And his skin was the colour black.
I said to him once
"Are you from Australasia?"
He replied nicely,
"No mi from Jamaica.'
"Mi here to see mi wife,
Her darling name is Sue
She is very beautiful,
I love her a lot too."
Did I tell you I met him in the airport,
On the way back from America.
I said to my new friend,
"My wife, she is called Erica."
"She has dark brown hair,
The colour of your skin.
She is super sporty,
Therefore she is very thin."
"What does your wife do?
Does she do any sport?
"No she don't do much,
She says it really hurt.
She was a model,
Up to that dreaded day,
When my darlin princess
Fell of the marble stage.
What she was wearing?
A £100 dress
Now she is a couch potato
She is such a mess.
Yet al always love her,
You know what my friend,
We should stay in touch,
Letters we shall send."

By Darwin King
11.08.2015

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