There was an old woman from Kyrgyzstan
who went to the lake daily, feeding swans,
but it’s not a swan lake —
just plovers, gulls, and crakes
learned the woman who’d been badly conned.
There was a Professor from Kenya
who was hoping to soon make ten-ya.
He studied the past,
but, there, things move fast —
always outrunning that scholar from Kenya.
There was an old man from Kazakhstan
happy to hear of the testing ban.
His house didn’t explode,
but sometimes it glowed.
Despite a lead vest he still had a tan.
There was a beautiful woman of Japan
who was never without her folding fan.
She seemed to play coy,
but it was a ploy.
Her saké breath could kill a caveman.
There was a gregarious girl from India
who was bonkers for Bollywood cinema.
With great happenstance,
she’d break out in dance
in classrooms and clinics across India.
There was a young man from Hungary
who always wore his blue dungarees.
In summer they fit;
in winter not a whit.
Kürtőskalács made his rump “rumper-y.”
There was an old man from Guatemala
who had once injured both amygdala.
That blow made him fearless.
On roads he was peerless —
well-poised to drive around Guatemala.
There was a writer from the Czech Republic
who only got a few of his works published.
But for bleak, bureaucratic crimes
he was way ahead of his times —
who knew we’d soon see people wantonly punished?
There was a gardener from Estonia
who was faced with a terrible phobia.
When she heard men hunting,
she’d cry, “Russians are coming,
and they’ll trample all our Begonias!”
There was an old man from China
who thought he suffered from angina,
but greasy eggrolls
and MSG by the bowl
gave heartburn to that old man of China.