A NEWFOUNDLAND LOVE POEM
(And who said Newfoundlanders weren't romantic?)
Of course I loves ya darlin'
Yer a bloody top notch bird
And when I says yer gorgeous
I means every single word
So yer arse is on da big side
I don't mind a bit o' flab
It means dat when I'm ready
Dere's somethin dere to grab
So yer belly isn't flat no more
I tells ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddles ya
I can get me arms round dere
I'm tellin' ya da truth now
I never tells ya lies
I tink its very sexy
Dat you've got dimples on yer thighs
I swear on me grannies grave
From da moment dat we met
I thought you was as good as
I was ever gonna get
No matter what you looks like
I'll always love ya dear
Now shut ya yap, cuz da hockey's on
And get me a nudder beer!
