Cock the frying pan over the hot stove
drop some crispy pigs out of their droves
You'll get high off the grease
growing round and obese
Until one morning you finally overdose
I know some for whom....well, you make that ultimate end so relatable. I am tempted to copy this and post it on some fridges. This is a brilliant Limerick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess that wouldn't be the worst way to go... Funny and probably accurate