He woke early in the morning and went to the beach.
Pretty honies he did seek.
He then took his morning run.
There was a cool breeze blowing under a beautiful sun.
He then had a cool drink and took a short nap.
Woke up and gave the honies his best rap.
No honies gave him the numbers to their phone.
And later he went home alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem