today i saw a toy maker
called him santa claus
he wasn't too impressed
until he saw my funny balls
took them too his factory
to show them supervisor
blew them up very big
couldn't get into their interior
feeling rather eek had to pop a ball
its lucky i had two though
then walked in through door
with my ball i fought
entered room with my spiel
they pondered what was said
hope we have arrangement
if not wife will shoot me dead
hour after hour contemplation went
got a text off me wife
asking if i was bent
troubles of being married strife
they called me back to office
we've contemplated your ball
its a fantastic design
but we've burst it on the wall
me with no balls plus a upset wife
fuming stormed out in disgrace
lesson learnt never flash balls
to a toymaker just in case
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem