Maurice set out on a stroll one day
And found three white women in his way.
He thought, “A chance to increase my harem!”
And proceeded to charm and to ensnare ‘em.
One was a woman he’d known for a while
Who whispered, “There’s Momo,” with a knowing smile.
Another one, with Indian Ocean blue eyes,
Quipped, “He’s chillin’ like a villain,” while swatting at flies.
The third was a blonde who was clad in bright pink.
Moe mused, “Surely she’ll be intrigued by my stink!”
So he lounged on a tree branch, spread open his legs, and let waft his glorious musk.
Blondie asked Blue-eyes, “D’you smell pork and beans?” as they disappeared into the dusk.
“Better luck tomorrow,” thought Moe of his quarry, “They always come back in the morning.”
“I’ll see them again, with their mechanical eyes, as the girls and I begin our corning.”
Sure enough, there they were, jotting things down, at a beep that sounded each minute.
Nancy seemed to enjoy the attention, but Kamili’s heart wasn’t in it.
In a last effort to beguile the observers, Maurice sauntered on by.
He could tell that all three were impressed by his prowess, as they stepped aside gasping, “Oh my!”
By day four it was clear it was Mission Accomplished with these ladies he had charmed.
Though they knew they should be scientifically detached, his clan had them fully disarmed.
Sure, they are human and live far away – let’s face it, you get what you get.
Long-distance interspecies relationships are hard, but that’s why we have internet!
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