Oh my Christina Are you my thumbaliena? You ripped your dress Because it was a mess And no this isn't a test. Oh my dear Lord Christina, Do you want something to drink? Because you've had to much to think And in your hair is a wavy kink It is now your time to sink Oh bloody valentine Christina, Do you want a hotdog weener? I'll put on some tomato sauce If you stop running into doors And if you stop having clogged pores. Oh my sweet sweet Christina, I always knew you were a winner So take me out to dinner Because I am not the sinner So stop trying to play the pinner. Oh Christina Christina Christina I know you love your boyfriend very much But I'm afriad that is Englsh Dutch To me and I swear if I give him a punch He won't live to feel your touch.
And unless the Australian accent is so odd that you can make all the words in that third verse rhyme, you're not very good at rhyming. No offense, but this is kind of terrible.
@Will I think it rhymes just fine in all non-rhotic accents of English (Australian, British and all other that don't pronounce e.g. 'r' in door). Regarding the piece itself, I quite enjoyed reading it, although I did feel that sometimes rhyming was a little bit forced
I'm not much sure about what it is about but I'll tell you something weird. Right when I started reading this I was talking to someone of the same name.