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Oh, my! A lecher is near us, you say?
No, I didn’t use C-H. Lekker uses a K.
What did you mean? Was it *“Lick her” you said?
And just who should I lick? Are you out of your head?
NO! Lekker! It’s NICE.
How gross can you get? Licking some person that you've never met!
No, it’s just LEKKER. I didn’t say LICK.
Well, good! I’m not licking some girl. That’s just sick.
Am I hearing you right? Are you trying to say . . .
*“like her”? Just who do you like anyway?
Not “i” as in “like.” Is your head made of wood?
It’s LEKKER, a word which simply means GOOD.
Ok, cool your jets! You’ve gone red in the face.
Why didn’t you tell me this in the first place?!
* In American English, at least, if a person says "Lick 'er" or "Like 'er"
it is meant as "lick her" or "like her" since we often omit the H sound
of pronouns like him and her after a preceding consonant sound.
For the Lekker Contest of Suzette Crous
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013
Cool Your Jets Poem
Jimmy and I couldn't be made men
'cause we had Irish blood mixed in
it was a cafone-real greaseball Italian thing
need to trace us back to the old country
make sure we're of a pure generation
Ah so you think I'm funny? Some kind of
paggliacci-a frickin' clown?
Hey he didn't mean nothing by it just sit down
don't go on tilt
ya should take Dennis Farina's timeless advice-
relax-have a pastrami sandwich n' glass of milk
Just cool your jets don't forget we got that thing
upstate n' tend to this seedy underworld
under the faceless Bronx skies
Pauly was nonetheless too pleased when I
turned on him-
now I'm a nobody in witness protection
Ah i miss the old days we were somebodies
we'd walk down the street n' people respect us
n' in this I'm not tellin' no lies
when we were good fellas-ya just them ol'
10-13-2016 Duncan R.M. Ferguson
Copyright © Duncan R. M. Ferguson | Year Posted 2016