The local beauty queen,
Who slept with the wealthy Seth
Turning everyone green,
Complained of sexual harassment
When the dreamy young Sen
Wrote her a slightly longish poem.
Nothing obscene in it
Only a helpless longing,
But a poem is a hardly a gift
For a stunner with material cravings;
She likes things hot, hard and happening
And despises losers who're wishy-washy
Offering useless stuff, soft and mushy.
So the moneybag Seth
Had all the fun
While the pining poet
Ended up in a lunatic asylum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem