Ode to Hans Kinderman*
I feel as though I ought to write an ode to my lovely Kinderman
who has shinning locks of woven gold,
and lightly sun kissed skin.
Oh Kinderman, oh Kinderman!
Just one glance from his piercing eyes of blue makes you blush from deep within,
he’s made of muscle, head to shoe
his physique? Mmmmmm honey, it’s a sin…
Yes Kinderman, my Kinderman!
His smooth, soft lips so oft' do part and form a gorgeous grin
his glance is cunning, his gaze is smart,
yes Kinderman’s a 10.
Please Kinderman, dear Kinderman!
Alas, the evil Danni’s taken him and holds him in her spell,
of chocolate sweet, and kinder treat (a mocha latte hell).
As time goes by the once great Hans becomes a fatty lump,
He forms a gut, a great big butt, his shoulders sag and slump.
Oh Kinderman, my Kinderman, I mourn your loss from far across the sea
though I’m but a pirate full of scorn,
you're still much beloved by me.
*Hans Kinderman (pronounced kin-der-min) first appears in our blog in the post "what arrrr you going to do with your life" as the great love of my life, who is stolen from me by Danni. He will probably pop up in this blog from time to time.
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