Our Pact

The wife and I
Have an unspoken pact,
When we hang out with natives
Maintain a good act,
The language difference
Is the crux of the matter,
The outsider stays silent
Random words might not flatter.

Just smile and nod
When one is addressed,
Don’t fart or burp
No one is impressed,
Though you’ll be remembered
And not invited again,
Your spouse won’t forget
You’ll be sent to the pen.

That’s the way that it is
With foreigner marriage,
Strange lingo and customs
And a horse drawn carriage,
Perhaps a rickshaw
A jitney or Rolls-Royce,
What comes with your spouse
You must accept, ’twas your choice.




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