Golden skin rippling
like the waters of the Nile.
Snowy, white teeth, reflecting
threads of light from your smile,
milk chocolate eyes, blinding,
those who dare to pause.
Lilting laughter, falling
gently about my ears.

Only had one appear
Maybe more next year.

In the name of the Father
and of the Son,
Religion may not be for everyone.
Do you believe in a higher being?
If you do, you must admit
at this moment, would he omit,
the lying racist from this place,
that most call the Human Race?

Marmalade heaven, oh let it be.
Marmalade toast and a cup of tea.
Silly jingle with simple rhyme.
I could eat Marmalade toast
Almost every time.