I lay in the bath, my skin went pink
Perhaps it was my bedtime drink
I kept it in a random locker
My wife thought I was off my rocker
Yet when I drank, and washed my face
I drifted off to outer space
And when I woke, found I had drowned
And the wife was nowhere to be found.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem