There were three guys including Santa, talking in the pub. Two of them were talking about the amount of control they had over their wives, while Santa remained quiet.
After a while one of the first two turns to Santa and says: 'Well, what about you, what sort of control do you have over your wife? '
Santa says: 'I`ll tell you. Just the other night my wife came to me on her hands and knees.'
The first two guys were amazed.
'What happened then? ' they asked. 'Well, ' Santa said, 'she told me to `get out from under the bed and fight like a man`.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem