Thursday, November 23, 2006Viking Blood
Eugene and Emma have been going out
They often see bust-ups at bus stops while waiting
Eugene can laugh at romance's great whirlwind.
While drowning his sorrows in dimly-lit pubs,
Her name is Diane. She loves this green land.
She could do it for her country and win.
He's proud to be seen in the midst of her presence.
But then he meets Emma who's drowning in tears.
She misses the grey that he brought to her life.
Unsure of what happened and what's to be done.
He likes to portray them in bright beauty pageants.
He wants to avoid all the pain and distress
To cut a long story to neat little pieces,
That they have a rival, a true counterpart.
She has Viking blood, and just like the Hulk
To make fun of Norway would be a grave blunder.
He needs to escape from Diane's Viking clutches,
She smiles when he tells her about this belief.
She shares his pacifist sentiments completely,
She can't have him always objecting to fighting, |
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