Introduction

I had a giggle about this French guy that went out with a friend of mine. He was basically a pompus jerk- cheap and sleazy, but full of hair gel and z'accent that made it worth the while, no? I found the whole thing hilarious and wrote this little poem about it, I think that many of us have gone out with Mayor McCheese!

Mayor McCheese

I went on a blind date
With Mayor McCheese
Who would say
"S'il vous plaît"
But would never say please
You would wonder
What finely bred
Manners were these
From the born politician
Sir Mayor McCheese

I wanted to go out
Eat shrimp by the river
But instead
He just said
"Pourrions-nous aller crochet un hamburger?"
What a horrible moment
When exposed as a sleeze
Then we pulled in the drive-thru
Of Chez Mayor McCheese

We ate in the car
On the way to a movie
His waxing cheese hair
Wasn't looking too groovy
I mentioned
We didn't have to spend
Any money
He turned and replied
"Quel est votre problème, honey?"

We wound up at his place
With popcorn and rentals
The greasiness covering
Millions of ant hills
I sat very quietly
Wanting to go
While Mayor McCheese
Turned the lights really low

In the morning I woke
To the grandest soufflé
With orange juice and coffee
Croissants underway
Was this the same jerk?
Didn't know what to say.

I sat there in shock
More than stunned and perplexed
Then he welcomed,
"Bonjour, merci pour le sexe."

Copyright; Nykki Houtkooper
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