There once was a grumpy old Kraut.
He would taste of the sauce and then shout.
After seventy years
and a million cold beers
he took ill with a bad case of gout.
Are you sure you're not 'on' something? Curiouser and curiouser... love, Allie xxxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just make sure you don't go the same way, Herbsy! ! ! Tee-hee!