My Life

I Fell in Love with an Eskimo


I watched her there, across the room

In that small bar in Ilfracombe.

‘My Eskimo’ I called her then.

And I’ve no cause to think again,

Though thirty years have passed me by

I still see her in my mind’s eye.

How fine her Mongol features looked

Shy smiles and glances, I was hooked!

I fell in love with her that night,

Across a bar, a lovely sight.

Oh how I love them all to bits

Those small, dark women with nice tits!


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