In the summer there is little rain............
In the winter there is little sun.................
What is a woman without love.
Is she the unforgetable or the unknown.
Women were made for men.....this is logic
Women need men as to how stove need fire
Give to me A thousand girls then I'll retire
I need all the girls that I can get...............
Don't even worry............
Don't even fret
In the bed is where me and her will meet
Only God knows what is going on under that sheet
I am not hungry, so I'll not eat
I will plant the seed but I'll not leave
One Two Three BOOM.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem