A poem for my new friend Cherukkan.....?

Here I am on Qatar Living,
A place of joy and much forgiving,
I find on here my ex-pat brothers,
With beautiful sisters and gorgeous mothers,
I sometimes wonder about Qatar,
While I’m singing and playing my guitar,
Will I meet the girl of my dreams here?
Or will it be another beer?
Driving to work I want to curse, scream and shout,
I’ve just met an Arab brother at a roundabout,
They drive so fast, I wonder why?
Another bit of sand in my eye.
It’s now starting to get cold,
And I am starting to feel bold,
I feel so happy, full of joy and giving,
And all thanks to Qatar Living....
THE END
Ps...I’m crying....