i like the sound of the poo
not winnie's
i waited for minutes
and scribbled something
on that white tissue paper
and then i made the last moan
and then i sighed
and wiped my bottom
and then i throw away the
tissue and then there
was this sound of
relief, this flushing sound
and then everything
is gone after a short
whirl & whirl and whirl
and swosh
man, i did not know
that i have written
(something so well?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem