It was their wedding night
and things would be alright.
As they undressed she said
please, love, do turn your head.
But what she saw was small
and wrinkled, it was all
that she could have tonight
and how could things be right?
'It's miniscule, my friend,
I want a happy end',
to which he, cooly, said
'you should have turned your head.'
Oh but it does, my dear, it does. Loved it, always great.10+
Herbert, this deserves more than a one, but then size doesn't matter after all! I'll give you an eight! Raynette
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I would like to translate this poem
LOL....I got a kick out of this! ! !