It was sheer naughtiness,
And youthful inquisitiveness,
That like a wizard from hell
Bewitched four of us to visit a brothel.
At first hesitant was I,
Felt nervous and shy,
And tried my best,
To convince the rest.
But so stubborn they were,
None did hear,
And I stood like a scarecrow,
Letting them know that I would not go.
Then they all turned towards,
Me requesting like beggars,
I could not help agreeing,
And started going.
One of us told the pimp reaching the place,
We would see naked bodies,
And leave quickly,
It sounded like a joke to him as he laughed madly!
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I would like to translate this poem