Across the sea there swells a man
with pots and pans and billy cans
in arid country with cactus pricks
he kneads the damper, burns the sticks
he sees a hairy womb at the creek
wanders down to platypus peek
he gazes beak flickered smothered of mud
and throbs of hardness enriched of blood
rofl you are so rude! a hairy womb bat anTisHePanting! Tai rofl
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I would like to translate this poem
naughty but nice. Love it.