A NEWFOUNDLAND LOVE POEM

Of course I loves ya darling

You're a bloody top notch bird

And when I say yer gorgeous

I means every single word

So yer arse is on the big side

I don't mind a bit of flab

It means that when I'm ready

There's somethin there to grab

So yer belly isn't flat no more

I tell ya, I don't care

So long as when I cuddle ya

I can get my arms round dere

I'm tellin ya the truth now

I never tells ya lies

I think its very sexy

Dat you've got dimples on yer thighs

I swear on me grannies grave

>From the moment that we met

I thought you was as good as

I was ever gonna get

No matter what you look like

I'll always love ya dear

Now shut up while the hockey's on

And get me a nudder beer.

.....Doesn’t it just bring a tear to the eye?

(And who said Newfoundlanders weren't romantic?)