Wont be hugging Betty no more
Just be drinking my corona beer
Wont be sleeping with Janice no more
Just be sipping on my Corona
Wont be kissing Olga no more
She wont even 0pen her door
This virus has left me all alone
I feel like a leper
Left to roam
Still got plenty of Corona left
More money left to lodge a bet
Still sleeping with my wife
Her up one end
Me down the other
Our feet we share
One to the other
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Juvenile, really. No real wit or original idea.