The Merry Widow

A Merry Widow I used to know
Went on a trip to Tokyo
She liked the idea of little men
And made notes with a bright red pen
She made a list of all their charms
The colour of their skin and their short fat arms
She liked the way their eyes inclined
She loved raw fish and the way they dined
But what she put at the top of her list
Was the thing she found most hard to resist
Being over six feet tall
She loved the fact that they were small
She could pick them up two at a time
And hang them from the washing line
She liked to spread them over her knees
And hear them squeal in Japanese
But one night after drinking a few
She bit off more than she could chew
She rang for service and do you know
They sent her up a sumo

He swung her round above his head

Then laid her out on the bed

I c'can't breath she coughed and spluttered

You're c'crushing me was all she uttered

That's n'not what I ordered she weakly said

But it was time for her to s'squeal instead

After that she was going to cry

Cos next in line was a Samurai.