Our honeymoon in Korea was divine

There was a  young lady from Barnet
Who wore no  damn clothes, just a hairnet
When she was asked  why
She said,I’m a spy
I write on my skin or the carpet

There was a young lady from Leeds
Who was prone to be too hard to please
When her lover shed tears
She just disappeared
She had asthma and thought it a wheeze.

I knew an old cove from Japan
Whose clock was too fast for  a man
We gave him a phone
So he could go roam
To someplace where ladies  made jam

Our honeymoon in Korea was  divine
The earth rocked for us every time
Yet since we got back
And got into the sack
The earthquakes lack reason or rhyme