He thought about his past.
And he realized that he was such a jackass.
He was such a chump.
Because he was always looking for pretty honies to hump.
He knew that he would never find a lovely woman to love and wed.
Because the only thing that he had ever cared about.
It was getting his hump on in bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem