The man in the iron mask,
Has only one thing to ask.
That you stop all the self-pity;
And end all the falsity.
As it is getting on his nerves,
And he thinks he derseves
A little consideration.
As he needs some alteration,
From wearing a face chasity belt.
Which was put on him by Theodore Roosevelt.
Who, the man in the iron mask, unfairly felt;
That the man before the mask breath smelt.
Though the man offered protests that he had left his toothbrush at home;
So was inevertably forced to use a comb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem