My Friend, Jantzen.

Ode to a Pineapple Princess

It's odd how we met,
we sort of "just clicked".
He's from Hawaii,
No... we've not tricked.
That would be strange...
He's like a brother.
Actually- strike that.
He's more like my mother.
He drinks like a fish,
He sings like a bird.
He's got swang on the porch,
Or so, I've heard.
He's been unlucky in love-
He attracts the wrong 'mo.
From military brats,
to Jesus freak shows.
It's about time
to find him a man.
With a Black BMW,
and a 401K plan.
If you find him quite fetching,
Please let me know.
I must find a match
for this pineapple ho.