A punnet of chips’, is what Megan asked for,
With the background and accent of a New Zealander.
To meet on a train station and talk for a time,
Is something of amazement, to my understanding.
Many times on city streets or shops, I’ll try to talk to unknown people,
Trying to cheer up their hearts and sad souls.
I sometimes get, ‘Get fucked!’ or ‘Well done’! results,
And mostly no results are felt, at all.
But an incredible achievement was made on last Saturday,
To approach and speak to a girl of unknown qualities.
This girl (I thought when I first met), was twenty,
But to my surprise, she was sweet young seventeen.
We chattered of all different topics,
On the train, Mathew was bored and left aside,
For the train journey, traveled in my distance,
To a two game ten pin bowling night, of sexual desire.
The rest of the night was such a disaster,
That I couldn’t touch or near a young girl of sweet kisses.
A young non-Australian of kiwi-tongue: licking of taste,
The splendor of such sweet femininity of our world.
WHAT A NICE GENUINE WORLD WE LIVE IN!!!
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