She could not comfortably pee,
her organs sagged down to the knee.
Today she is quite troublefree,
she's had a hysterectomy.
He, on the other hand did pee,
he had to stop at every tree.
At night he dribbled much you see,
he had a prostatectomy.
They met and talked about their lot.
He mentioned that he used a pot
for him the weather was too hot,
for her, while pantyless, 'twas not.
Soon after they decided to
get married, down in Malibu.
Both missed some parts, that much was true
but only HE played peekaboo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Titter titter titter.... perfect rhyme and perfect wit as ever H. t x