Two creaky crocks slept upon a creaky bed
when 'Are you asleep my love? ' One of them said.
Then rolled over holding him in her embrace
and he lay there gazing upon her lovely face.
They were aroused and passion started to soar
and that old bed began to creak even more.
Creak, creak, creak, the loud creaking rhythm increased
and it only stopped when their love making ceased.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem