Kung Fu Girl

the priest gave us a bottle


Kung Fu Girl is the name

but can we thank the Germans

for this secret agent dame?

is this China wine from the Rhine?

or a Riesling plant in Washington State?

Father Norman, what’s your take?


as for me, Control, she’s a fighter

her bouquet chops me in the nose

she goes by Deutsche BundesBahn

to Shanghai in Secret hose

drink ‘er til she’s M.I.A.

covert gulps of C.I.A.

pop a cork in his ass, miss

twist a cap— pow! your dead, sis

ain’t that just a kick in the head- less

black hair on white label dry

is really Spy vs. Spy

or that dead girl from The Ring

and Tokyo Rose will sing; sing; sing


the code is compromised:

Friar Tuck

has all the luck

he’s stuck

here in the barn

so have a sip, nip and nappy

he’s gonzo drunk now, Papi

go and tell your yarn

and don’t be yellow ’cause

it’s black and white, you

the Reds are deep in

the red, white and blue

grapes too


Washington State’s been invaded, man

by distant kin of the late Charlie Chan

and his only number one son

but this is a good dry white, Hun

and you should never judge

a wine

by it’s name and label


snatch this pebble from my hand, Grasshopper

no can do, Master

I gots a buzz

and my heads all fuzz


Kung Fu Girl

got a hold of my throttle


the priest gave us a bottle


About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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