So, who won the game?
She gives me a running commentary
on the match:
“This lovely long-haired guy
passed the ball to
another lovely long-haired guy
(with nice thighs) who went around
another too lovely guy with no hair
and left him sprawling on his bum.”
“But oh...what a nice bum it was! ”
I asked her what was the score
but she couldn’t remember if a goal
was got or not only that
she wouldn’t mind scoring with...
Right! That was it!
I showed her a red card.
“Happy birthday! ” I said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem