I've tried to please you all but know I can't.
Sick puppies then you take them to the vet.
Some like sex and some like love.
Even monologue like Johnny Carson did.
Some here use commodes while others shit
In trees, others use an out house feeling the soft breeze.
One thing is certain,
With our egos and our huberous we care what other's think.
Some none to few will scratch their head's and just run
On and on needing pepto bismal.
So I've said my piece and hope you all success.
I've tried to please you all and know I can't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem