My brother-in-law's a poor slob
His fav'rite expression's "No prob"
I frightened the louse
When I went to his house
On Hallowe'en, dressed as a job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I'd known you were going, I could have come along and mopped you brow. Then I'd be Job's comforter! You seem to have some hellish neighbors there!
Going to have to look up 'Job's comforter' something biblical sounds like Good to hear from you Tom Wed is my third day of bachelorhood and I have re-discovered pizza.