Wombasumi Smith

Mo-ji-bai Wom-ba-su-mi Smith,
Please, Lord, be true!
Whenever you reach out,
My heart just wants to shout!
For my
Mojibai Wombasumi Smith!
Da da da da da da da

Mojibai Wombasumi Smith,
Her eyes, so blue!
I’m nearly going to swoon,
She wants to meet me soon!
Oh my
Mojibai Wombasumi Smith!
Da da da da da da da

Mojibai Wombasumi Smith,
She needs my help!
She wants my bank account,
An undisclosed amount!
For my
Mojibai Wombasumi Smith!
Da da da da da da da

Mojibai Wombasumi Smith,
I am confused!
Turns out she was a fake,
My heart is going to break!
For my
Mojibai Wombasumi Smith!
Da da da da da da da

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Obviously, the only way this can be read is while singing the tune of John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, a distant cousin on her mother's side...
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Hankins Avatar
February 9, 2022 at 1:59 PM
You're right, Jeff. How clever! I enjoyed it. Brought back some memories of old band trips long, long ago!
Kyser Avatar
February 9, 2022 at 3:16 PM
There was a funny meme on facebook with a picture of a beautiful blond woman, long hair, blue eyes, "healthy", and the caption said, "I worry that someday a beautiful woman named Mojibai Wombasumi Smith really will want to be my friend and I'll just dismiss her request thinking it's spam. And with that name, a silly poem was born :-)
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