Going Down Under
Typing in a chat room one day
I met a chick from Tasmania.
She was quite vivacious and gay,
(Kylie Minogue, only brainier).
I taught her several new terms,
but what I said might have shocked her.
She asked, "Can computers spread germs?
I'd better call the Flying Doctor!"
And I said
Do you come from a land down under,
where women know, and men blunder?
Would the sexes survive asunder?
I don't know, but it makes me wonder.
I said, "I can show you Devon,
or even Rome or Paris."
You want a stairway to heaven?
Sorry -- I'm not Rolf Harris."
She said she'd loosen her stays,
If I didn't sully her or bully her.
She said, "I'm always looking both ways,
just like Natalie Imbruglia."
And I said
Do you come from a land down under,
where women crow, and men thunder?
Would the sexes survive asunder?
I don't know, but it makes me wonder.
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