South African Love Poem

Of Course I Love You Bokkie
I Only Smaak jou Dik
You Cook And Clean And Iron My Shirts
And Look After Me Wen I'm Sick
So Yoor Bum Is Only Big Hey
But I Don't Mind A Bit Of Flab
It Means That When I'm Lekker Jags
There's Somethin There To Grab
So Your Belly Isn't Flat No More
I Tell You, I Don't Care
So Long As When I Druk You
I Can Get My Arms Round There
No Stukkie Who Is Your Age
Has Nice Round Perky Breasts
They Just Gave In To Gravity
But I Know You Did Yor Best
I'm Not Tuning Kak Now
I Never Tell You Lies
But I Think It's Lank Sexy
That You've Got Dimples On Your Thighs
I Swear On My Ouma's Grave Now
The Moment That We Met
I Said To All My Chinas
"Now That's A Lekker Slet"
So No Matter Wot You Look Like
I'll Always Love You Dear
Now Shut Up While The Rugby's On
And Fetch Me Another Beer!