There once was a sheila named Gina
she would chase from this site a hyena.
So she grabs their small balls
hurls them over the falls
then comes back as a ballerina.
She is good, also fair as a critic
and she hates matters hippocritic
since she likes what I write
and gives others a fright
I would call her brain analytic.
Long ago when I lived in Badena
I was married to Wilhelmina.
But the marriage went bust
no, it didn't lack lust
it is just that I was a Berliner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Herbie, this had better be about me 'cause if there's another 'Gina' after you then she'd better run for her life! ! : -)