Happy birthday

to my love of all loves!

There was once a boy named Meng,
who was not your average Dunman Beng.
He lived for kaya spread on bread,
and soccer seemed to make him mad.

An accounting degree was what he sought,
and hard-core mugging he never forgot.
But throw in a nifty mahjong game,
and his energy would burst in flame!

Off Meng trooped to the land of Poles,
so very happy it would be cold.
But when it started getting hot,
he wondered if he'd sweat like snot.

He trooped off to see London Bridge
with faithful brothers he would not switch.
They feasted like kings ever joyfully
and helped boost Queen Beth's economy.

Then Berlin he ventured off to see,
to meet his crazy lil' lassie.
They ambled to the famous wall: pride of vandals
Took free rides on the subway: glorious scandal!

Of waffles, fries and lots of beer
his tummy settled in Belgium near.
Time with his lassie he didn't neglect,
though they did cheer Purple Anderlecht!.

To Sweden Meng took off again,
and that was not at all in vain.
He met his favourite faux Indian friend,
and burst his pockets in Viking land.

Paris was a brave venture,
for the damned French still made Meng shudder.
Once again they proved a bumbling mess,
so much resemblance to a white rat's ass.

Rome at Easter was the plan
for two girls, a gay and a normal man.
Pasta cabonara oh so tasty,
Meng lapped it up in a quick-wit frenzy.

Forza Lazio Alle Alle Alle! they yelled,
along with men who cursed and smelled.
T'was a game of force and fire,
poor Messina in a state so dire.

Wherever he goes, Meng needs to know
His little lassie misses him so.
She jumbles and mumbles some odd little rhymes
to wish him a Happy Birthday at the opportune time!