Luba  

Met a woman named Luba 

She came from Ubatuba 

When I slept on her sofa 

She showed me to her llama 

 

His name was Earl 

They’d met in Machu Pichu 

While she completed her research

They’d became inseparable

 

Her Doctorate

On the mating habits of 

Nomads of Peru 

 

I read it from 

cover to cover 

On my way to work 

 

I loved Luba 

I liked her IIama 

But every time

We closed the door 

There’d be drama 

 

Too many nights 

On the sofa 

Creeping on tiptoes 

Past George the iguana 

 

Things got serious between us 

Up to a point 

But there was limited grazing  

Around Greenpoint 

 

Outdoor concerts 

Gave us a chance 

Earl was like a hipster 

New to Manhattan 

 

Summer turned to Fall 

Luba spent a fortune on lights 

You’d think from her window 

She was wanted by the FBI 

 

She loved me dearly 

But our places were tiny  

And I couldn’t get used to the idea 

Of the Llama on top of me