He was a stickler,
and spent his day in search of
her little tickler.
She said dear fellow
your dipstick is too scrawny,
and soft as Jell-O.
He nodded sagely,
it's why I'm into searching,
and did you page me?
Keep looking, really,
it's lingual persuasion,
I'm giving freely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. enjoyed the four leaf haiku.