When the moon hits your eye
Like a big pizza pie
That’s amore
When you’re bit on the heel
By an undersea eel
That’s a moray
When it’s Povich you see
With a show on TV
That’s a Maury
When a thin shaft of light
Hits Othello stage right
That’s a Moor ray
When you make cool designs
From two sets of thin lines
That’s a moiré
When your whole native tribe
Has a New Zealand vibe
That’s Maori
When true love’s in the air
Up in Trois-Rivières
That’s amour, eh?
I think you have risen to new heights here. A glorious contribution. More, eh?
Thanks! 🙂 🙂 🙂
When your spy’s 007
and he’s not yet in heaven
that’s a Moore, eh?
When your code’s crafted from clicks
from people in the sticks,
that’s a Mors-e.
When Ms. Rowings writes tales,
of enchanted half-wales-
That’s amari
When the man fighting fights,
Deflects dragons on sight-
That armor, eh?
Ah, clever!!!
By the way, Ken. I think you missed your true calling of Tin Pan alley lyricist.