GOOK-LOVER’S LAMENT

by E. Thomson

I took one look at Gookland
and grabbed a wog for me.
I took her home to my land,
with all her family.

A funny thing I noticed,
that people say to me,
None of my half-Gook offspring
look very much like me.

My wife she speaks her Gook-tongue
with friends and relatives.
They look at me with hard eyes
and sometimes laugh, hee hee.

Whenever I am with them,
I feel quite lonely,
So I often go out looking
for some White company.

But Whites are getting hard to find
in this, my own country,
For many marry non-Whites
and father muds, like me.

Sometimes I dream of Gookland,
the sights, the sounds, the smell,
And when I finally wake up,
I know that I’m in Hell!