If he had a heart attack and landed on the floor with a thud.
He would ask the paramedic for a Bud.
He had to drink his last Bud before he left this world.
He would miss the delicious suds and all the pretty girls.
But if he had to die.
He could not leave this world with his mouth dry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem