I'd like a drink of wobbly pop
That my dad used to drink.
It turns your legs to jelly
And makes your eyes go pink.
It makes your words sound funny
It makes you laugh and sing
Mom said it's expensive
As it cost my dad a ring
One night at a party
Where both my parents met
Dad was on the wobbly pop
And drunk all he could get
Mom was drinking vodka
She then moved onto whiskey
Mom claims this combination
Made both of them turn frisky
Nine months down the line
A little poet then popped out
Half the local area
Heard mother scream and shout
To wet the babies head
My dad had wobbly pop to drink
Now mothers buying baby clothes
My bedrooms painted pink
Soon I had a sister
She screams and balls a lot
My sister shares my bedroom
My sister owns my cot.
This wobbly pop is potent
It's how a baby's made
My father mixes wobbly pop
Now with my lemonade
The more I think about it
That pop is not for me
I think that's why my parents
Still insists that I drink tea! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it - my kinda poetry.