He was a Tiger in bed
Due mainly to the length of his driver
He met his match
When he encountered a Tigress
In the Woods
She scratched his face
And buried his balls in a hole
He was never happy for a hole for one
Transgressions he knew none
When he met a pretty Tigress
It wasnt' just his hat he dipped
With his extra long carbon tip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Allan you are a good poet keep on writting