Your wiener gently pats my butt
...pat, pat...
I feel your wiener on me,
I need your wiener inside me
...
......
.........BRRRRRAAAAAAP! ! ! !
'Oh god! ' I exclaim, recoiling from the bed.
'I did not mean to fart so loudly. Please, don't tell mom.'
Only the stench remains on the sheets
which are now darkened with fecal matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem