Yoghurt Related Love Affair
On a warm July day I was walking
into the city
And passed a young
brunette who I thought was a fitty
But I passed her by as my throat was
parched
And to the newsagent instead I
marched
To Mr Patel I asked with
conviction
“Do you have anything quench-worthy to cure
my affliction?”
He directed me to the chill-cabinets at the
back
To his soft drink emporium that would make my
lips smack
But scanning the racks crammed full of cheap
pop
I happened upon the yoghurt drink
Yop
The thought of it’s fruit flavours made me
drool
And I purchased the bottle like some kind of
fool
Without leaving the counter I screwed off the
cap
Opened the shop door and walked through the
gap
The next thing I know as I came out of the
shop
Was that I was knocked over and got covered
in Yop
The bottle took off straight into the
air
And distributed it’s contents all over my
hair
It’s yoghurty flavour permeated my
skin
To express my annoyance I couldn’t
begin!
“Look where you’re going, you silly old
fool!”
“I’m sorry” said a girl who was ever so
cool
I looked up and had a shock as I got to my
feet
It was the Brunette I passed earlier on in
the street
“You look a mess” She said now smiling at
me
“I’d have thought that was obvious” I replied
nonchalantly
“My names Rachel and I live 2 streets
away”
“If you give me your clothes I’ll launder
them today”
So reluctantly and covered in
drink
We moved off together in a yoghurty
stink
But sure enough she turned true to her
word
And undressing I felt perhaps a little
absurd
Especially after she’d washed my
hair
And I was left in my pants with nothing to
wear
As she towelled me down she caught my
eye
I reached out to touch her, I don’t know
why
But she met me half way in a passionate
embrace
And the sauciest look ran across her
face
The rest as they say is all in the
past
We’re married now; it happened quite
fast
And when we’re in bed, the yoghurt I
savour
And she still licks my skin for it’s
strawberry flavour.