He don't talk much no more,
Not too much to say.
Got a limp in his leg and a sauce stain on his shirt and not a dime to pay.
Just strolls along with his eyes,
Looking left and right and besides.
Got a collar near his neck and two chairs on his deck and a new hat for Monday, Wedsnesday, and Fri.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem