he sat quietly
nursing a beer
so far
the night had been quite queer
in she walked
hot as a flame
all high and mighty
his kinda dame
he thought for a moment
then he exclaimed
in the venacular of the times
'hey babe, what's your sign'?
in a hiss of sweet breath
daring to offend
without blinking an eye
she replied
'Dead end'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem