I'm the bore that bored the boarder,
Who along the border, bore;
Till he escaped, wearing masking tape-
And now he's gone for sure.
I'm the whore that whored a hoarder,
And smiles at whore-doors wore;
They took my smiles, for creeping wiles-
From which, they were immured.
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I would like to translate this poem
A tremendously great play on words! Very good.