Occasionally, my hilariously charming intended father stretches his English-language skills and sends me funny little poems. Today, he sent this one:
This little poem is quite short
but written by a funny lord.
We try to come along so far
and have a drink or two at the bar.
As Mia likes to travel in May
she´s happy to fly to the U S A.
She hangs on the phone with a friend right now
and talks with her like a happy cow.