Sitting under weeping willows
Hearing waterfalls rustle
Overwhelmed by ecstatic joy
Oh, poems of guileless love
Under nightly welkins
Melancholic yearning of poems
Poems beginning with Oh's
Oh, I don't think they'll make a
problem of the fact that I ditched
Boet for you, Henk. Like I've seen
your parents these days ... they're
way too thoughtful for doing that.
Oh, we need to talk about something
with you, Henk. We want to go back
to Ireland for a long period of time
and in order to finance that all, we
wanna sell the whole organ shebang.
Oh, are you serious. What? ... tomorrow
someone is coming to have a look? No ...
of course, I know that Boet and I are
going our own way. So you guys too.
